Military Lord of the White Coats

Chapter 10: Death Is A Luxury

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Brianne Taylor was on the ground, begging and exhorting him.

There was a stabbing pain in Bruce White’s heart as if he was being pierced by ten thousand needles simultaneously. His mood was turbulent for a long while afterward.

When he was ten, he suffered a catastrophe in his family and his life was endangered. If Brianne Taylor hadn’t found him by chance as she was passing by, he would be dead a long time ago.

He loved her. Even though he never expressed it to her, but ever since he was ten years old, he believed that the little girl who saved him would one day be his wife.

However, life was more unpredictable than any of them could have known. Somehow, he got entangled with another girl and ended up getting engaged in the process. Later on, he learned that everything was just a lie, a conspiracy.

However, when he finally realized that, it was too late and he had hurt Brianne Taylor deeply.

With much guilt, Bruce White helped her up and held her in his arms, hugging her tightly.

“Go! You go, it’s dangerous here! Why are you so stupid, why did you come back? Why...”

Brianne Taylor burst into tears and her crying triggered a lot of emotions inside Bruce White that had been suppressed for a long time. There was no way to sort out these complicated and chaotic feelings right now...

At this time, Priscilla Liam, who trailed behind Bruce White, had arrived at the scene.

“Miss Liam, please take Brianne and leave,” Bruce White said when he saw her and silently released Brianne Taylor.

Priscilla Liam nodded stiffly. All the turbulence in her heart had completely overturned everything she knew in her world on its head.

The whole city gave way to him; he had overpowered Jordan Stuart in mere seconds, and he regarded the Stuarts as nothing.

If this man was not a psychopath, then he must have the means beyond the imagination of an ordinary man.

Obviously, Bruce White must be the latter!

“I’m not leaving, he still has my mom,” Brianne Taylor said as she struggled.

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“I have already rescued your mom and she’s receiving treatment in the hospital right now. If you don’t believe me, Miss Liam will take you there so you can see for yourself.”

Brianne Taylor was a little startled by this information. But because she was still worried about Bruce White’s safety, she refused to leave.

Finally, Bruce White had no choice but to knock her out.

“Miss Liam, I’ll leave Brianne in your hands. In any case, you must ensure her safety. This is my number, call me if you need to.”

Priscilla Liam took the piece of paper with the phone number written on it, but she hadn’t recovered from the previous shock. Perhaps he never thought about what this phone number would mean to her.

“What are you going to do with him?” Priscilla Liam took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. “This is the territory of the Stuarts, their people will be here soon. Brianne is right, the best thing for you to do now is to leave.”

“I will take care of the rest. As for him...” Bruce White paused and looked at Jordan Stuart with a coldness in his eyes. “He tortured my adoptive mother for three days. I will give him a taste of these three days and not one day less.”

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!

This was the iron-clad principle of Bruce White, and it was also the iron-clad rule that Bruce White had the White Coat Battle Division follow.

When she saw the coldness that flashed across Bruce White’s eyes, Priscilla Liam trembled. It was like she had fallen into an icy cellar and a chill instantly spread throughout her body.

After this, Bruce White gave Priscilla Liam the address of the hospital and asked her to take Brianne Taylor there to join her mother.

After everything was done, Bruce White’s attention turned to Jordan Stuart once again.

Right now, Jordan Stuart felt like he was about to fall apart. However, the maniac in front of him didn’t seem to want to let him go anytime soon.

“You...what do you want?? I...My dad is Timothy Stuart!! If you dare to touch a hair on my head, my dad won’t let you go. None of the Stuarts will let you go either...”

Jordan Stuart couldn’t stop shivering. He struggled to back away, his hands on the ground supporting him as he kept moving back.

He was afraid now, REALLY afraid.

They said the barefooted were not afraid of those with shoes. People like Jordan Stuart were most afraid of the kind of desperado that was standing in front of him right now.

“I...I can give you money, a LOT of money, one hundred thousand, one million, ten million...

“There is nothing in it for you if you kill me. It’s better for you to take the money and have a good time. I promise you I will never go after you...

“Hey man... let me go. my dad would never let Brianne Taylor off the hook if you kill me. As long as you let me go, we can forget about what happened today... AHHHH...”

Bruce White stomped on one of Jordan Stuart’s fingers violently. In an instant, that finger exploded and turned into minced meat mixed with some bone fragments.

“Kill you?” Bruce White’s eyes chilled him to the bones. “Soon, you will know that death is a luxury!”

“Ahhhhh!!! Bastard, I am gonna kill you, I’LL KILL YOU!!!”

Jordan Stuart’s wailing reverberated through the villa as he squealed like a stuck pig.

The bodyguard who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead now moved his body silently. What he didn’t know was that Bruce White was well aware of his every move.

However, Bruce White ignored him. It’s fine if the Stuarts chose not to intervene. But if they attempted a rescue, then he would let them know just what kind of price they would pay for their audacity!

...

Soon, the news of Jordan Stuart being held hostage reached the Stuarts.

“Sir! Something terrible has happened! Master Jordan is being held hostage!”

Wow!

The first to receive the news was Jason Stuart’s second uncle, Francis Stuart.

This man was the second in command of the Stuarts and his prestige and cruelty alike were second only to Timothy Stuart.

In recent years, because Timothy Stuart had withdrawn from the public eye, Francis Stuart was considered the most ruthless man in Javon’s underworld.

“Goddamit! Someone dared to touch a Stuart on the Stuarts’ territory? It’s their funeral!”

In the vast landscape of Javon, Francis Stuart had never backed down from any challenge. He did not even consider Wallace Liam, who was once the King of Javon, a threat.

Immediately, Francis Stuart took more than one hundred men and drove straight to Jordan Stuart’s villa.

On the way, Francis Stuart did some research on Bruce White and found out that he was the adopted son of the Whites and a prisoner of a labor camp.

“A mere jailbird dared to step on our heads? It seems that some people have forgotten what we Stuarts are all about. Well, well, well!”

Francis Stuart had a ferocious look on his face, and a powerful belligerence crept throughout his entire person.

Those who hadn’t seen blood would never give out this kind of energy.

Francis Stuart’s energy, at the moment, seemed capable of lowering the temperature around him by a few degrees. It was not hard to imagine that his hands were definitely covered in blood and gore.

It didn’t take long for Francis Stuart and his men to arrive in front of Jordan Stuart’s villa. At this time, Bruce White was waiting for them in the courtyard of the villa with Jordan Stuart in tow, who now looked like a beaten dog.

“You Stuarts are so slow, you’re weaker than I thought.”

Bruce White had mutilated a finger with one stomp. Right now, Jordan Stuart’s entire left hand was completely useless.

“Go! Don’t spare him!” Francis Stuart ordered with a cold indifference.

A moment later, more than a hundred men rushed forward, instantly blocking the gate of the villa. They surrounded Bruce White.

Francis Stuart stood in the back and lit a cigarette.

As soon as Bruce White took a step forward, a machete swung in his face.

Without saying a word, he turned sideways and caught the machete and it fell into his hand.

Stab!

A menacing blade caused a menacing wound and all seemed to split open on the body of the attacker.

They were ruthless, but Bruce White was more ruthless than them!

Once, when the Yellow God of War was pinned down in the Northern Desert, Bruce White took his sword and rushed into a mercenary squad ten thousand strong. In the aftermath, corpses littered the field and blood ran in rivers.

In front of him, there were only a hundred men, who, compared to those mercenaries accustomed to killing for a living, were nothing but paper soldiers.

In less than a few minutes, seventy to eighty men had already been piled up in a mountain behind Bruce White.

Everything was so fast, Bruce White was too fierce, and the cigarette in Francis Stuart’s mouth had not even had the chance to burn itself out.

This...

Scared, the remaining men couldn’t stop backing up no matter how much Francis Stuart goaded and scolded them. They could not be made to advance.

Francis Stuart’s eyes were opened so wide that they seemed to bulge out of his head as he stared at Bruce White with cannibalistic eyes.

“It seems that you are someone who has some experience in this bloody business. Then today, I, Francis Stuart, admit I can’t do anything to you.

“But! Don’t think this is over. The power of the Stuarts is not something that a lowly jailbird like you can ever imagine!

“Just you wait! This is only the beginning. Our territory is not a place you can come and go as you please. There are some people you just can’t afford to offend!”

Behind Francis Stuart, there were now only about a dozen men remaining, but none of them had any fighting spirit left in them. They regarded Bruce White with great fear.

Bruce White stepped on Jordan Stuart who resembled a dead carcass. “You should be thankful that you are not the father of this piece of crap, otherwise, you would already be a dead man.

“Go back and tell Timothy Stuart that his son tortured my mother for three days, and so I will torture his son for three days. After three days, bring a coffin to collect his son’s body!

“Of course, he can also try to save his child, but no matter how many men he sends, I, Bruce White, will take them on!”

Facing Bruce White’s overwhelming aggression, Francis Stuart looked rather pathetic as he threatened viciously and vainly, “Fine! If you dare then, just wait!”

After that, Francis Stuart took what was left of his men, and the group left with their tails between their legs. Bruce White did not bother to stop them. Had he wanted to, no one would have gotten out of the villa with their lives intact.

What he wanted to do was to eliminate all future trouble once and for all!

Therefore, he will give them time to gather their men, the more the merrier. Bruce White wanted to see just what kind of influence the Stuarts were capable of wielding in Javon!

At the same time, the movement alerted the neighbors nearby, and soon, someone called the authorities....