"Humph! A servant of the Gillette Household dares to act wildly in front of me?" Gregory's eyes changed as he struck out with his palm.
"Bam!" Gregory's palm strike caused Constantine to fly backwards about five to six meters before landing heavily on the ground. A mouthful of blood then sprayed from his mouth.
The strength of a level 2 bronze rank was too powerful; there was no way Constantine was his opponent! Without waiting for Constantine to crawl back up, several Gillette Household members pounced towards him and started beating him right there.
Constantine's face was continuously pressed into the ground as he struggled with all his might. His two eyes looked as though they were about to burst into flames. "Sir Maxwell, quickly run now!"
Constantine's heart was relentless, his clenched jaws giving off cracking sounds. He was roaring inside his heart: "Why, can I not cultivate? Why can't I protect him? Why?"
"Thud!" A strange power erupted from his body that came from the depths of his body. On the back of his head, blood red hideous lines started appearing...
Malachi frowned as he said in a low voice, "Maxwell, a wise man does not fight when the odds are against him. Quickly run away now before it's too late."
The Raging Fire Bull was about to arrive, so if Maxwell didn't run now, there's no way he could protect him.
Maxwell's eyes were now blood red. While he was looking at Gwendolyn and Constantine, an unprecedented amount of killing intent erupted from him.
He wasn't moving at all as he glared at the oncoming Raging Fire Bull while his fists kept clenching on and off.
"Run! Sir Maxwell, quickly run away!"
"Maxwell, quickly run!"
"Hahaha... this trash must have been scared witless by Sir Gregory. Look at his dumb expression right now, and he wants to be the Gillette Household Heir? That's like the world's biggest joke on Grammy!"
With all these insults and mockery, Maxwell's heart started calming down to the point where he couldn't hear anything.
"Overdrive!" Maxwell activated as his speed was raised to its limit before rushing forth.
Everyone was surprised, thinking Maxwell was going to struggle with his life on the line. But when they saw him rushing off in a certain direction, they all started laughing.
"That trash is rushing towards the Raging Fire Bull. Probably thinks he won't live for long and decided to commit suicide."
Malachi was surprised as well, but followed after him without hesitation.
It was also at this time that Bawa's shadow flashed next to Gregory, afraid that Malachi would sneak-attack Gregory.
Still around this time, another black shadow burst out of the dark forest and started laughing out loud. "Hahaha, this kid Maxwell knows what's good for him and has decided to commit suicide. This Raging Fire Bull was especially prepared for him!"
Adel Castro descended with an arrogant look as he watched Maxwell rush towards the Raging Fire Bull.
His goal was to have Maxwell die. Once Maxwell dies, the Gillette Household will fall into chaos, and he will have achieved his objective.
All three hidden Professionals at the Silver Rank had now appeared.
Malachi's heart became heavy as he said to himself, "Seems like I won't be able to protect this kid's life today."
Bawa and Adel both wanted Maxwell to die, and they were both Professionals at level 8 silver rank. Malachi was not strong enough to deal with both of them at the same time.
He might even be in danger himself. If he escaped right now, no one would be able to catch up to him. But, watching Maxwell still rushing towards the Raging Fire Bull, Malachi's eyes tightened as he said to himself: "Kid, what on earth are you trying to do?"
"Puppet Master!"
Suddenly, upon reaching the minimum distance to use the technique, Maxwell immediately activated the technique and the System showed his success rate of recruitment: 1%
He was still under the effects of Overdrive, where his attributes had been doubled. Yet the success rate was still at the lowest point, where it couldn't get any lower.
Upon casting the skill, the Raging Fire Bull was covered with a white light. In less than half a second, the light then disappeared.
"Recruitment failed!"
The Raging Fire Bull pounced towards Maxwell, and he narrowly dodged. Once the respawn finished, he once again activated."
"Puppet Master!"
"Recruitment failed!" He dodged again and tried recruiting again.
No one present knew what Maxwell was trying to do, while Malachi had a forehead filled with sweat at the side. The Raging Fire Bull was getting closer to Maxwell with each attack, and Maxwell's situation was becoming more life-threatening by the second.
"Puppet Master!"
"Recruitment failed!"
"Puppet Master!"
"Recruitment failed!"
The Raging Fire Bull had become enraged by Maxwell's actions and was only three steps away from him at all times. Its long horns shimmered a cold light as its murderous aura burst out everywhere. If one were smashed by its horns, it still wouldn't be enough if they had a hundred lives at their disposal!
"Watch out, Sir Maxwell!"
"Maxwell!" Gwendolyn was so scared that she closed her eyes.
Malachi frowned as he wanted to rush up to save him, but it was too late. Even he was helpless when facing an above silver rank spawned beast.
A complacent smile appeared on Gregory's face as he said in ridicule: "Damn trash."
Adel lightly smiled while clapping his hands and mumbling to himself: "My mission here has been accomplished!"
Maxwell frowned as he didn't have much strength left to keep dodging. He stopped his breath and once again activated his martial technique.
A white light once again covered the Raging Fire Bull, and a crackling sound was heard.
The horns of the Raging Fire Bull were less than half a meter from Maxwell when it suddenly stopped.
The System made a notification.
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to Player Maxwell Gillette for your successful recruitment!"
In that instant, the Raging Fire Bull then acted like a calf while rubbing against Maxwell's arm. It then dropped to the ground and started rolling around playfully.
Maxwell turned around with a somber look at everyone present. He then coldly enunciated a single word: "Kill!"