Chapter 14

"Get up."

Shane also joined her and ordered him to stand back.

"Who are you? And why are you here?"

Oliver slowly raised his head as he tried to get up, only to receive a strong blow to his abdomen.

Shane had just kicked him in the stomach.

"Ugh-! Cough-!"

Oliver once again crashed into the wall; he felt as if the air was sucked out of his lungs. The kick was very strong.

"I- Cough! Cough-!"

He was not even allowed to speak before he was thrown over again by her.

Weakly, he looked at them only to see devious smirks on their faces. It was at that moment he realized something.

They did not care whether he was genuine or not; they wanted to beat him to death for their fun.

They were enjoying the process of beating him again and again as he tried to get up and explain.

They were both sadists; no, the entire family was a bunch of cruel psychotic sadists.

He realized this. In the novel, it was especially mentioned the clan's alignment and nature. The Mystic Purge Clan was dark, and people from this clan harbored sadistic tendencies. It was due to the way they were raised since birth that their mental state was bent towards torture and death.

He had not seen such a nature in Nadia last time and had ignored the fact as such. When he saw her cry pitifully last time, he was placed under the illusion that all was good.

Who knows that he might not have seen her true nature yet? She might not have shown her true self last time…

He frowned as he felt a sharp pain in his arm; it was as if his bone had been dislocated.

They had not intended to listen to him since the beginning; he was already a target for them the moment they spotted him and saw his weakness.

Bam! Bam!

In the next few minutes, the quiet surroundings of the road were filled with bashing and slamming sounds.

It was as if someone was hitting a wall with iron pipes or using a punching sandbag.

While this was the sound of Oliver being beaten, at the moment, his state was quite serious. He was bleeding from several areas of his body, and one of his arms was twisted backwards.

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His legs were bent, and his smooth and fair face was filled with scars and bruises.

In front of him were Shane and his twin sister, the 3rd miss, as he laid on the marbled ground.

They both had flushed expressions and were panting slightly, as if aroused from the scene in front of them.

Oliver, on the other hand, was miserable. He tried to squint his eyes but couldn't; hot tears had filled his eyes, blurring his view as he looked at the clouds in the sky.

Due to his condition, his mind didn't eve think of using the special eyes to stop them… he had yet to get accustomed to his special eyes so that his brain could use them.

The oldest of them had not moved from his spot since the beginning; he seemed uninterested and just observed from the side.

He could not care less if a weakling or two died.

"Finish your thing; we have somewhere we need to be, so don't waste time."

His cold voice served as a reminder for the two siblings as they glanced at one another.

"I will finish him off. Also, Shane, don't forget to remind the guards to not let weaklings like him ever step foot in here."

She said as she glanced at thin air as if she could see all the hidden guards watching them.

Shane just nodded as he watched excitedly his sister finish off the boy.

Just as she was about to land the final blow, a chilling voice interrupted everyone.

"What are you doing?"

The voice was icy cold, seemingly devoid of any emotion at all.

Everyone present felt the temperature drop by a few degrees instantly, and they could not help but look at the source of the voice.

With silvery-white hair floating against the wind, cold amethyst eyes, and an emotionless expression on her face, Nadia was standing just a few meters away from them.

But what shocked them the most was that none of them could sense her approaching.

They all instantly recognized her, Nadia, the monstrous genius of the clan and the possible next matriarch of the clan.

They all sucked in a cold breath when they saw her; she was famous for being a ruthless, cold-hearted witch.

From excellent academics to near-perfect exorcism abilities, she was someone they could not hope to reach.

At that moment when they were asked a question by her, none of them was able to speak a word.

Finally, the oldest of them all mustered some confidence and moved forward to speak.

"We were just… taking care of a pest that seemed to have sneaked in this haven… haha…"

Even though he was older and stronger, he still felt plenty nervous at the moment.

In terms of talent, Nadia far surpassed any of them.

Nadia listened to them and glanced at the almost broken Oliver; she looked at him for a moment, observing his injuries.

She… felt nothing.

For a moment, she seemed disappointed but nothing more.

Then she glanced at her siblings and saw their faces etched with silly and nervous smiles.

This was indeed the reaction she expected from them. They were, after all, inferior.

"Leave."

One word was all she said, and the faces of the siblings changed instantly.

They all understood what she meant; apart from Oliver, everyone was to scram right at this moment.

Her word was like a command rather than a request.

Shane and his twin sister were unsure; they did not dare to offend Nadia and waited for their older brother to decide.

The older brother in question also had a flushed face; Nadia's command was an insult to him. He was older than her but was treated as such.

"Don't go too far, Nadia. I am the older—"

He could not even finish his sentence before he retreated ten steps back quickly.

His hand went to his face; a fresh cut was formed on his cheek that started leaking blood.

His eyes had a trace of fear; he almost could not catch up to her movements, and she had already managed to harm him.

This was the difference in their abilities.

"I will leave."

He quickly knew that any further confrontation would only be a disaster, so he tactfully surrendered.