"Go take a look," Billy's brows furrowed slightly as he got up and walked towards the staircase, with Frostblade following closely behind.
At the same time, not far from the staircase on the third floor, two groups of people were in a standoff – Eleanor Lawson's group and the Blood Panther's group.
Both Eleanor and her personal bodyguard showed signs of injuries. The other two black-clad men lay on the ground, barely clinging to life, and it didn't seem like they would last much longer.
"Miss Lawson, have you thought it over?" Blood Panther looked at Eleanor Lawson. "I suggest you come with us obediently. Otherwise, my two friends here might accidentally ruin that beautiful face of yours."
"Blood Panther, you scoundrel! Have you considered the consequences of your actions?" Eleanor Lawson's bodyguard glared at Blood Panther with anger. "Do you think the Lawson family can be pushed around?"
"Oh, I'm so scared!" Blood Panther feigned panic and then his tone turned serious. "I don't have time to waste here with you. If Miss Lawson insists on not coming with me, I'm afraid I'll have to resort to other means."
After speaking, he turned to the two young men behind him and said, "Gentlemen, please take Miss Lawson away."
"Sure," the two men responded before approaching Eleanor Lawson.
"Miss Lawson, I strongly advise you to come with us." The taller of the two men warned in a cold tone. "Otherwise, you'll regret it."
"Miss, be careful!" The elderly man took a step forward to shield Eleanor Lawson. He then looked at the two men and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you two are the Cold-Faced Twin Killers who have been hiding from the world for many years, right?"
"I didn't expect someone to still remember our names after all these years." The taller man replied indifferently.
"It really is you," the elderly man's expression grew solemn. Three years ago, he had heard of the Cold-Faced Twin Killers, notorious criminals known for their cruelty. After being targeted by SHADOW, they had gone into hiding. But now, three years later, they had resurfaced, and both of them had reached the pinnacle of the Battle God realm.
"Enough talking, let's get on with it. Move aside, or you'll die!" The taller man responded with a stern voice.
"Miss Lawson, you should go first!" The elderly man took a deep breath and raised his hand to attack the two men.
"Do you think she can escape?" The shorter man sneered and unleashed a fierce palm strike.
The elderly man, already injured, couldn't defend against such an attack and was sent flying. He crashed into a nearby wall pillar, spewing blood and collapsing to the ground, too weak to get up.
"Jennings!" Eleanor cried out in pain. "You bastards!"
"Miss Lawson, I apologize!" The other man said coldly, then launched an attack towards her.
"Miss, be careful!" The elderly man managed to shout.
The next second, a muffled sound echoed, and the man was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the third-floor bar counter, which immediately shattered. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the man stared at Billy and Frostblade, who had appeared at the staircase entrance.
"Frostblade!" Seeing the two of them, Eleanor Lawson's eyes lit up.
"Eleanor, are you okay?" Frostblade rushed over.
"Hmm?" Blood Panther recognized Frostblade as soon as he saw her, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.
"Who are you?" The taller man, who had been eyeing Billy and Frostblade cautiously, asked. He had realized that even though they were on par with his abilities, Frostblade had effortlessly sent his comrade flying with a single palm strike.
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