chapter 15 Backbone of the brain ===

At this moment, the remaining security guards were all stunned. They looked at one another, sweat dripping from the palms of their hands. Zebulon held his severed finger and said angrily, "What are all of you waiting for? All of you are a bunch of losers! You can't even handle a woman? Get her! Get her!" The security guards hesitated because they had completely lost the confidence to continue fighting with Cora. The other party seemed to be a pretty lady, yet she was highly skilled and ruthless. She had instantly shattered the bones of seven or eight of their companions. They did not think that by going up, they would make any difference. It was not an exaggeration to say that no matter how many of them went up, they would just be delivering themselves to the other party! A security guard swallowed his saliva, moved closer to Zebulon, and suggested, "Boss, how about we wait a little longer? When Mr. York arrives, it is still not too late to get them." Zebulon gritted his teeth and slapped the man's head, "Wait? Damn you! When Mr. York arrives and sees that we can't even deal with a woman, all our legs will be broken and we'll be thrown out. Do you think he will raise a bunch of losers?" When a group of security guards heard what Zebulon said, their faces suddenly turned ferocious! Although Cora was powerful, relatively speaking, they would not want to face the wrath of Mr. York! York is the eldest son of the Cooper family, one of the four major families. He was notorious for being a ruthless character in Lymelathe City. To them, he was an existence not to be defied! "Damn! Get this stinky bitch, and the lad she protects, who looks prettier than a woman, to go down on their knees to welcome Mr. York!" Suddenly, a large number of security guards surged forward from the corridor outside, and all of them attacked Humphrey and Cora viciously again! "A bunch of idiots! I gave you a chance to be safe and sound, yet you didn't know how to cherish it." Cora's face showed sarcasm, and she slowly pulled out a black dagger from her special combat overalls. She looked at the dozens of security guards who were rushing towards her ferociously. There was no fear on her face, nor was there any excitement. Instead, there was just the indifference from deep within her bones. Fear is an instinctive emotion that arises from encountering an opponent stronger than oneself, an opponent whom one thinks is invincible. Excitement is a kind of fighting spirit generated by the surge of the hormone, adrenaline, when one encounters a comparable opponent. To Cora, however, these people, even if they were several times more in number, were nothing more than useless chickens and dogs waiting to be slaughtered. When a butcher who is used to killing pigs sees a group of chickens rushing towards him, he probably has only one thought in his mind, and that is to deal with them as well. There were two ways to hold a dagger, one was the forward grip and the other, the reverse grip. When holding a dagger, one's arm would naturally extend in front of one's chest. With the back of one's hand facing upwards, if the tip of the dagger was facing left, it was a reverse grip, and if the tip of the dagger was facing right, it was a forward grip. Most people were used to holding daggers in the reverse grip, thinking that this was more convenient and more lethal. For example, street gangsters mostly held daggers in the reverse grip. However, this was not true. Holding the dagger in the reverse grip and charging forward with the tip of the dagger up, while this allowed one to exert force more quickly, it would expose the blade to the sight of others all the time, making it easier to dodge. True masters preferred to hold the dagger in the forward grip, with the tip of the dagger pointing down, and the blade close to the forearm. Whether swinging horizontally to the left or right, or swinging from top to bottom, it would be easier for the wrist and arm to cooperate and exert force smoothly in a natural manner. Moreover, the tip of the blade would be hidden behind the forearm, and the moves would be flexible and formidable, making it impossible to guard against! Cora was seen holding a dagger in the forward grip. The dark blade drew an exquisite but cold arc with her arm, and the next moment, a fistful of blood rain shot out instantly. Half of the first security guard's hand which was holding a stick came off together with the stick, leaving only a bare palm which was bleeding copiously! "AH!!" Following the miserable howl of the first security guard, Cora drifted among the people like a ghost, the luster of her sword disappeared and appeared intermittently. Every time she made a move, she ruthlessly brought down a rain of blood. The whole room looked like a painting that had been splashed with bloody paint; the stench of blood was pungent and chilling. When the last security guard suffered a bloody gash on his face and fell to the ground screaming, Cora stood one step away from Zebulon with a cold expression. Staring at Cora's cold eyes, Zebulon's pupils dilated, his face was covered with sweat, and his breathing quickened. Who was this woman? She simply went against what ordinary people knew! Even the well-informed Zebulon was totally frightened. "Cora, step back." At this moment, Humphrey, who had been standing quietly by the window, spoke in a low voice. Cora nodded very respectfully and bowed in response. Then, she looked at Zebulon coldly and stepped aside. Zebulon breathed a sigh of relief. As Cora retreated, the tension in his heart was sharply reduced, and he felt the air becoming significantly lighter. But before Zebulon could take a breath, Humphrey slowly walked up to him. "Zebulon, long time no see. I remember the last time we met was seven years ago. You came with my elder brother to send me to the train station together." When he approached Zebulon, no emotions could be seen on Humphrey's face, but he initiated the greeting. Zebulon was a cunning man. Currently, he knew he was not a match, so he immediately grabbed the opportunity and followed Humphrey's lead to talk about their friendship. "Yes, Humphrey, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I still remember what it was like when I sent you up the train seven years ago. I remember Dempsey even cried when he saw you leaving the station on the train!" As Zebulon spoke, his smile was ugly. It appeared as if he had a good relationship with Humphrey. In fact, they did have a close friendship. Ten years ago, when Humphrey was adopted by Aldrich into the Haus family, Zebulon was already working for the Haus family. They had a master-and-servant relationship. However, at that time, Humphrey told Aldrich and Dempsey that Zebulon could not be trusted because of his strong and rebellious nature! Because of this matter, he and Zebulon despised each other. Humphrey despised Zebulon for being a rebellious and disloyal person. Zebulon despised Humphrey because he had been picked up by Aldrich when he was a child, and he regarded him as unworthy to be a young master in the Haus family. Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye. Returning to Lymelathe City again, everything had changed. But what had not changed was Zebulon. He was a traitor to do such a thing as betraying his master to seek glory. In Humphrey's opinion, this was already destined to happen from the beginning! Humphrey looked directly into Zebulon’s eyes and asked coldly, "Did you say earlier that my eldest brother even cried after sending me up the train?" Zebulon nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, yes, you surely didn’t know this, but I saw it all. Back then, the two of you were really close, and Dempsey couldn't bear to leave you!" The corner of Humphrey’s lips raised slightly. Then, all of a sudden, he made a move and slapped Zebulon!