chapter 17 Two silly girls

Maxwell was puzzled. "What the heck is going on? Do we have such a big grudge between us?" To meet and immediately shout for violence, threatening to dig up my ancestors' graves? Xavier! There must be something fishy going on with him! In an instant, the Larson family rushed forward, blades gleaming, murderous intent thick in the air. Maxwell's eyes flashed with determination as he darted towards them like an arrow released from a bow. Whoosh! It was as sleek as a dragon and as swift as lightning. Before the Larson family could react, Maxwell had already charged into the crowd. Bang! Bang! Bang! ... Dozens of three-foot-long blades couldn't even scratch Maxwell, and in the blink of an eye, five men were sent flying as if hit by a car, unable to get up for a moment. Taking down five men, Maxwell swiftly reached the twins. These two were the leaders, surrounded by others who subtly protected them. Capture the leader to quell the mob! The Larson family had noticed Maxwell's intentions. Soon, four long knives swished toward him with the wind. Maxwell sneered and twisted his body gracefully like a butterfly, effortlessly slipping through the gaps between the four long knives. The twin sisters shouted in unison, swinging their blades at Maxwell. Maxwell accelerated suddenly, darting through the gaps between the two blades, simultaneously striking with both hands. His palms landed on the wrists of the sisters, causing them to drop their steel blades. Clang! Clang! The sisters winced in pain as their wrists throbbed, their steel blades clattering to the ground. Realizing the danger, they quickly retreated. However, it was too late. As the steel blades flew, Maxwell's hands moved continuously. Like two iron pincers, they firmly grasped the delicate white necks of the sisters and lifted them forcefully. "Stop right there!" Maxwell bellowed, "Or I'll snap their necks!" The sisters struggled desperately, but with their necks firmly gripped, they couldn't muster any strength. In just a few seconds, their faces turned purple from lack of air. "Let the Misses go!" "Release the Misses now! We'll let you go!" A middleman-like figure shouted. Maxwell snorted, "Where's Xavier? Let him come out and see me! Otherwise, I won't hesitate to harm these flowers!" The middleman grew agitated, angrily retorting, "Shameless scoundrel! Knowing that Mr. Larson is ill, you demand his presence. Aren't you afraid that our Larson family will be furious and slaughter you all?" Maxwell paused. It seemed that there was more to the Larson family than met the eye! He loosened his grip slightly, allowing the sisters to breathe, but still firmly controlling them. The sisters breathed as if granted clemency, glaring at Maxwell, though there was also fear in their eyes. This man was too powerful, facing so many opponents yet seeming untouched. The sisters were not to be trifled with, their coordinated blade work was enough to fend off around eight ordinary assailants. However, one move and they were defeated. Now, they were captured. Their lives were in someone else's hands. Maxwell stared at the middleman, asking, "Is Xavier seriously ill? How severe is it?" The middleman said harshly, "If it weren't for Mr. Larson's grave illness, would you dare act so arrogantly? Release the Misses now! I guarantee your safe passage." "Take me to see Xavier," Maxwell said coldly. He was certain now that today's events were an accident. The Larson family's hostility wasn't directed at Maxwell. "I am a friend, not an enemy. If you hadn't come at me with violence from the start, I wouldn't have retaliated," Maxwell released the sisters. "Take me to see Xavier. I mean no harm!" The sisters hesitated for a moment, glaring at Maxwell with hostility. "Why should we trust you?" Maxwell chuckled and responded, "Because I could have killed you all without lifting a finger!" "You... Hmph!" The woman in blue gritted her teeth. "What business do you have with my father? He's not receiving visitors right now." "Refusing entry to a divine healer?" Maxwell raised an eyebrow. "A divine healer? Where?" The Larson sisters asked simultaneously. Maxwell rolled his eyes. These two were clueless! "Here and now! Come on!" Maxwell said, turning to walk toward the main gate with hands behind his back. The Larson sisters exchanged a glance and waved, leading the other Larson family members to follow. They walked straight to the innermost house, where Maxwell finally saw Xavier, who appeared to be in his fifties, lying on a bed with an unnatural purplish-black hue to his face, breathing weakly. Standing beside the bed was an old man of similar age to Xavier, holding Xavier's arm and checking his pulse with an extremely serious expression, his body trembling slightly. Maxwell furrowed his brow. This old man was using precious true energy to treat Xavier through secret methods. Without a doubt, this man was Xavier's most trusted assistant, Leo Carlyle. Seeing so many people arrive, Leo released Xavier's arm and asked, "What's going on? Who is this person?" "This person insisted on seeing my father, claiming it's urgent, and said he's a divine healer," the woman in blue replied. Leo frowned, staring at Maxwell. "Who are you, and what is your purpose here?" Maxwell flipped his hand, producing the token of the Xelooe Palace. He asked, "Do you recognize this?" Leo's eyes widened in shock. He took a deep breath and exclaimed, "Everyone except Emma and Emily, leave! Without orders, no one is allowed into this room. Offenders will be killed without mercy!" The crowd dispersed in confusion. Leo then gave Maxwell a deep bow, kneeling on the ground, "Lord, you've arrived. I apologize for not welcoming you from afar. It's a grave offence! Emma, Emily, quickly pay your respects to Lord!" "What? Lord?" The Larson sisters exclaimed in astonishment, quickly following Leo's lead, kneeling and paying their respects. Xavier, lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to sit up. "Lord has come? Is it the new Lord?" "Xavier, don't move for now. Let me take a look at you," Maxwell walked to the bedside and checked his pulse. "Lord... It's just my old illness..." Xavier weakly said, "I'll be fine after tonight." Maxwell shook his head. "It's not that simple. This is a relapse of an old injury." "Originally occurring every three years, then every year, the intervals have been getting shorter." "Your last attack should have been about a month ago." At this revelation, everyone, especially the Larson sisters, was stunned. Was this Lord some kind of fortune teller? He had guessed everything right! Ignoring their reactions, Maxwell continued examining Xavier's pulse. "Each time you've had an attack, you've forced it down. But this time, you can't suppress it anymore." "Your heart's pulse is at its limit. If you continue to suppress it, your heart's pulse will likely rupture completely." Xavier's face turned bleak. He could already feel the severe pain in his chest and hadn't expected the danger to be so imminent. "Lord, am I not going to make it through this time?" Xavier asked. Maxwell smiled and said, "If I hadn't come, you would have died tomorrow." He then took out a bag of silver needles from his pocket and swiftly inserted all thirty-six needles into Xavier's chest and abdomen. Then, with quick movements of his hands, he manipulated the needle tips, channeling strands of true energy into Xavier's body. Thirty minutes later, Xavier suddenly turned red, screaming in agony as black blood spurted from his mouth. Leo and the others were shocked, especially the Larson sisters, who rushed to Xavier's bedside. "Dad! What's happening to you?" "Lord! What's wrong with my dad?"