Chapter 36: Proof of the King (Ch 36)

After a brief silence, greater panic broke out among the crowd, but this time, the fear was directed in a different direction.
People looked at each other in horror, their eyes full of suspicion and a fierceness that was almost crazy.
The people who had just been toasting each other and chatting and laughing, now looked at each other as if they were potential death warrants.
“Who is from the Mara family?!” A fat businessman with a face full of flesh was the first to roar uncontrollably. The veins on his neck bulged, and his eyes turned red from fear and alcohol. He glanced fiercely at the trembling crowd around him, “Don’t even think about getting in here and killing us all!”
“Yes! Find him! Quick!”
“Don’t let him get away!”
Amid the chaos, someone responded immediately, their voices changing in tone with fear.
“Look! That guy in the corner!” A sharp voice came from a gorgeously dressed but pale lady. She pointed at a young man who was trying to shrink into the shadows of the crowd and try his best to reduce his presence. “He is Enrique’s distant nephew! I’ve seen him!”
The body of the young man who was identified suddenly froze, and his face turned pale as paper. He waved his hands in panic, and his voice was tearful: “No! I’m not! I have nothing to do with them a long time ago! Really! I swear!”
“Bullshit!” Someone immediately jumped out to refute, spitting almost on the young man’s face, “Last month I saw you coming out of Enrique’s study with your butt covered, holding a bag of gold coins in your hand!”
“I…” The young man wanted to explain, but no one listened.
The instinct for survival overwhelmed all reason and decency.
Several guests who were closest to the scene and were overwhelmed by the desire to survive had already pounced on him with ferocious faces.
They hurriedly tore the young man’s clothes roughly and dragged him out of the crowd.
The young man screamed in terror and struggled with his hands and feet, but to no avail.
Finally, he was thrown like a dead dog onto the empty floor in the middle of the hall.
“Go back! Don’t get us into trouble!”
“Mara’s bastard! Die!”
Someone even spat at him where he fell.
With the first victim being caught, the situation got completely out of control.
“And that woman! The necklace she’s wearing was given to her by Enrique!”
“That old man! He’s the accountant of the Marat family!”
“Quick! Throw him out!”
Several people who tried to get away with it, or who were simply proud of their connection with the Mara family, were now ruthlessly identified and singled out by their so-called “friends” and “business partners” who were eager to distance themselves from them.
They were pushed and kicked, and their cries, pleas for mercy, and vicious curses blended together to form a melody of despair.
But the guests who were rushing to the door turned a deaf ear to this, and some even showed a look of relief on their faces after throwing their former acquaintances out.
Enrique Mara stood there, watching all this, his body shaking like a sieve.
Fear and anger burned alternately in his chest.
He wanted to roar, wanted to stop it, but found that he didn’t even have the strength to open his mouth.
These people were fawning over him one moment, and the next moment, they would tear apart his people without hesitation just to save their lives.
And the instigator of all this, the devil, just watched calmly.
His eyes were so cold that they contained no trace of human emotion.
Enrique even had an absurd illusion: maybe in the eyes of the other party, there was really no difference between him and those who were thrown out.
Of course he recognized it.
The evil spirit in front of him was the dessert shop owner who he chased away like a dog and who killed his beloved son!
That untouchable who he thought had died somewhere long ago!
But precisely because he recognized it, he was even more incredulous, and his heart was filled with absurd horror.
How long has it been? Just three short years!
How could a common lowlife in the East Sea suddenly become a pirate with a bounty of 650 million berries who could defeat even the Seven Warlords of the Sea? !
This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!
How could such a monster be born in the East China Sea? !
Moze stood there quietly, without any unnecessary expression on his face.
His gaze did not even stay on the members of the Mara family who were thrown out for even a second.
He was just waiting, waiting for the two minutes to be over.
The time is up.
No signs, no unnecessary movements.
Moze didn’t even lift his eyelids.
An invisible and intangible force that seemed to be able to crush the soul suddenly descended!
The pressure suddenly came.
Like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, the air in the entire hall seemed to freeze.
The person who was still screaming suddenly stopped.
The person who was still pushing and shoving suddenly froze.
The person who was still running suddenly stopped as if he had hit an invisible wall.
Everyone’s brain seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, their thinking was stagnant, and their consciousness was forcibly stripped away.
Before the fear even had time to emerge, everything went dark before my eyes.
Plop, plop…
Like cut wheat, the people who remained in the castle fell to the ground one after another and lost all consciousness.
In an instant, the noisy hall fell silent.
Only the dull sound of falling to the ground and heavy breathing echoed.
Only Enrique Mara was spared by the invisible will and was still able to stand.
The proof of being a king——the domineering aura!
Dead silence.
Absolute silence enveloped the entire hall.
Enrique Mara stood in the middle of a sea of ​​”corpses” and became the only living thing.
He could even hear the crazy beating of his own heart and the soft clacking sound of his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
Cold sweat soaked his luxurious dress, which stuck to his skin, feeling cold and slippery.
“Hand over the complete list of the Mara family members.”
List?
Enrique’s brain turned with difficulty, like a rusty gear.
What does he want the list for? Could it be…
A terrible thought made his whole body tremble violently and he almost couldn’t stand.
Eliminate the roots! This devil, he wants to eliminate the roots!
“I…” Enrique opened his mouth, his throat was so dry that the sound he made was as hoarse as a broken bellows.
He wanted to beg for mercy, to make excuses, to say that he would pay any price as long as he could stay alive.
He even tried to force out a flattering smile, but the muscles on his face were completely frozen, and he could only make a distorted expression that was uglier than crying.
He wanted to say something, like “The list is in the study” or “I’ll get it to you right away,” trying to buy a glimmer of hope by using obedience.
However, under the increasingly heavy mental oppression.
There were only two words left in Enrique’s mind that kept echoing like a spell.
“The list…”
It drained away all his ability to think, leaving only the most primitive fear.
Rebellion? Impossible.
Escape? There’s nowhere to escape.
Begging for mercy? It seemed pointless.
The hard shell built up of wealth, status and vanity has long been full of cracks.
Now, as the silent pressure continued, the cracks spread rapidly, expanded, and finally collapsed completely.
His pitiful willpower was like a candle in a strong wind. It struggled for a few times and then went out completely with a puff.
A foul smell came from him.
The defense built by Enrique’s fragile will was completely destroyed in an instant.
A moment later, Enrique, like a walking corpse, held a thick list and handed it to Moze with trembling hands.
Then, there was the killing feast.
Blood began to spread from every room in the castle, gathering in the hall and staining the gorgeous carpet red.
The sticky red liquid, as if it had life, slowly flowed out of the castle through the gap in the door.
The smell of blood gradually spread.
Moze’s killing continued to extend.
Killing, like a precise surgical operation, began to spread in this small royal city.
Until there was no more Mara in the small royal city of the Kingdom of Oikot.