I’m Someone Else

Chapter 65

William patted Sean on the shoulder. “Find someone to clean up these corpses first.”

Sean snapped out of it and immediately instructed someone to clear the bodies.

When Thomas drove back to the rental house, Chloe had already fallen into a deep sleep. Yet, he did not dare to rest and instead headed to the kitchen to start brewing medicine.

Just as he finished brewing the medicine, he received a text message—it was from Olivia.

‘Remember to come to my house at 8.00PM. Don’t be late.’

At that moment, Olivia was lying on her bed with butterflies in her stomach and bouncing around nonstop.

Thomas was the first man she invited apart from her family.

He smiled and casually replied, “I won’t be late.”

Time passed quickly. Before he knew it, Olivia’s birthday was here. Since he had promised to celebrate her birthday, he would go.

It was already past 1.30AM when he poured the brewed medicine into a thermos. So, it shouldn’t be too cold when he gave it to Olivia in the morning.

Dominic’s death couldn’t be in vain, so Thomas couldn’t let Minacia Oito Irieson kill his brother even though the forces behind them were complicated! All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Will, Sean, and the others have family ties thus, their concerns are understandable, but I don’t have any! So, I have to handle the remaining matters on my own. None of the remaining seven people

should live! As for the forces behind them, I don’t mind if they come looking for revenge. They can take my life as long as they are strong enough! I’m just afraid they aren’t strong enough!

The next morning, Thomas brought Olivia along with the medicine prepared for her to the company. He watched her drink before bidding her farewell and left.

He headed straight to a mansion on the western outskirts of Irieson.

This mansion was called Westsea Manor and it belonged to Bernard. He was the seventh-ranked member of the Minacia Oito Irieson.

Everyone addressed Bernard as Bern. Despite being the youngest, he was just as ruthless as his seven elder brothers since he had always enjoyed fighting and being brave. It was said that when he was twelve years old, he stabbed a classmate to death for the position of class leader. The scar on his face was a result of that incident.

The information provided by Sean and William yesterday was detailed as it even included the daily routine of Bern.

Thomas didn’t rush to get in. Instead, he parked his car not far from Westsea Manor. He opened the car window and smoked a cigarette while observing the surroundings.

Security guards were patrolling inside the Westsea Manor and they were equipped with electric batons. At the entrance, there was a security guard booth where new guards would come to rotate shifts every two hours.

He checked the time and it was 10.00AM. During the past hour, Bern didn’t return, which meant that he probably stayed here overnight and must be inside.

Thomas got off the car and swaggered toward the entrance but was stopped by two security guards.

“What the hell are you doing here? Get lost. This is not a place where you can throw a fit!”

“If you don’t want to die, back off. Do you know where this is?”

Snap! Snap!

Thomas didn’t waste time talking with the two guards. After they finished speaking, he swiftly grabbed their necks and broke them!

He glanced at the iron gate, grabbed the railing on top with one hand, exerted force with his legs, and effortlessly leaped over the 5-meter-high iron gate as if it were a small slope.

No one associated with Dominic’s death would be spared. Whoever killed my brother will not survive! The first one to die today will be Bern. I have already decided his fate!

He didn’t deliberately lighten his footsteps. The sound of his landing immediately attracted a group of security guards.

A bunch of them, at least twenty security guards, rushed out and stared at Thomas with hostility.

The leader of the security guards coldly asked, “Who the hell are you?”

This iron gate was made of reinforced steel, and the surrounding walls were thickened with special techniques. It would probably take a while if someone wanted to blow it up with explosives.

Not only was it strong, but it was damn tall. The lowest point in the entire mansion was the iron gate, which stood at a towering 5 meters. How could a normal person just jump over it? It was impossible!

Bernard was the one who ordered them to do all of these. The Minacia Oito Irieson were notorious for their wicked deeds because they not only offended ordinary people but also prominent families in Irieson.

He was petrified, especially after he had done so many outrageous things, and was worried that someone would come to seek revenge at his residence.

He had spent a staggering 30 million on the security measures of Westsea Manor alone! The security guards in the courtyard were all veterans. Moreover, four experts provided him with 24-hour personal protection.

Thomas glanced at the head of the bodyguards, said nothing, and charged forward.

There was no need to talk with these henchmen of the evildoers!

Within three minutes, over twenty security guards were lying on the ground, lifeless. The entire courtyard had turned into bloodshed.

He stepped on the blood-soaked ground and walked steadily toward the villa in the middle of the estate. Then, he glanced up and noticed two high-definition cameras pointed directly at him in front of the villa’s entrance.

His body was covered in bloodstains, even with blood at the corners of his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on his lips, giving a sinister smile toward the cameras.

Thomas knew well that he couldn’t hold back against the security guards just now. If he didn’t kill them, it would be him who ended up dead once they recovered.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and strode into the villa.

“Oh! It looks like we have someone fearless enough to break in! Damn!”

As soon as he entered the villa, a contemptuous mocking voice rang.

Three men appeared before him. They were different from the previous security guards as their cold and bloodthirsty eyes revealed that they were dangerous.

The leader had thick calluses on his palms, which indicated that he specialized in palm techniques, while the other two had powerful and sturdy legs that illustrated their expertise in leg techniques.

It seemed that Bernard valued his life as he had hired such skilled individuals.

“Attack!” The leader waved his hand, and the other two men charged at Thomas.

One of the men aimed a flying kick at his cheek.

Thomas didn’t dodge. Instead, he threw a punch at the man’s kicking leg.

Bang!

Crack!

The man felt an excruciating pain in his leg. Although he intended to retract his leg, it was already too late as he fell to the ground with a miserable scream.