Arriving at the designated area, Ackman looked up at the wooden bed.
Aidenâs bloated body was lying on the wooden bed.
The twin maids lay beside him, entwined around his thighs.
Aidenâs voice rang out again, "Whatâs the urgent matter? Speak!"
Ackman glanced around and explained, "Master, the lord of the city walls has dispatched troops marching towards your territory."
No sooner had he finished speaking, than Aiden, lying in bed, suddenly sat up.
The speed of his action, the agility of his form.
Even Ackman, who had been by Aidenâs side all along, was seeing such quickness for the first time.
Aiden stared wide-eyed at Ackman, shouting, "What did you say?"
"They dispatched troops towards my territory?"
"Is the information accurate?"
Ackmanâs words remained firm: "Itâs accurate!"
"If nothing goes wrong, at most one or two hours, they will reach your estate!"
"One or two hours?"
Aidenâs eyes widened, and he rudely scolded Ackman, "Then what are you still dawdling here for? Quickly gather the followers for defense!"
Ackmanâs face was full of distress, "Master, you might need to personally gather those followers... You are the lord of this manor..."
Aiden glared ferociously at Ackman, scolding, "Useless!"
In the meantime.
Aiden sat up on the large bed and, with the assistance of the twin maids, began to put on his clothes.
He dressed while scolding Ackman, "If it werenât for your little bit of ability, I would have already dismissed your Chief Attendant position!"
Ackman lowered his head, not daring to retort.
A few minutes later.
Aiden finished dressing and stepped towards the door of the room.
"Did you scout how many soldiers are on the way?"
Ackman replied with some difficulty, "Master, I really donât know..."
Aiden snorted coldly without speaking.
However.
At this moment.
Following behind Aiden, a chill flashed in Ackmanâs eyes.
His right hand moved, reaching under his robe.
When his right hand emerged, a dagger emitting a faint cold gleam appeared.
Ackman did not hesitate, stepping closer to Aiden.
The dagger in his right hand, without any pause, stabbed fiercely at Aidenâs back.
Crack~
The sharp dagger tip barely penetrated a centimeter before being stopped by something solid.
No matter how much strength Ackman exerted, he couldnât penetrate further.
Ackmanâs eyes contracted immediately.
However, before Ackman could react and strike again.
Aiden, having turned around, bent his right leg and kicked hard into Ackmanâs abdomen.
Under this tremendous force, Ackmanâs eyes bulged, nearly popping out, and his whole body rolled backward into the room.
He only stopped when he crashed into the stone wall behind him.
Ackman was horrified inside, wanting to speak, but a surge inside forced a mouthful of blood out.
Aiden felt the pain behind him slightly, seeming to be no major issue.
He snorted coldly and walked towards Ackman.
"Did you really think I, Aiden Morrison, became the Manor Lord just because Old Bob was killed, and I inherited the position?"
"I may be fat, but Iâm not useless!"
"Know that Iâm someone who can break a wild boarâs jaw with my bare hands..."
Watching Aiden coming closer, Ackman grew even more nervous inside.
He wanted to move his body, to distance himself from Aiden, but found the pain in his body intense.
Under Aidenâs kick, his ribs were broken!
Aiden stood beside Ackman, continuing, "Did you really think I didnât know about you and that slut Justin?"
Ackmanâs eyes contracted.
Aiden had known for a long time?
Aidenâs right foot lifted and was placed on Ackmanâs chest.
The massive weight rendered Ackman breathless.
He wanted to lift Aidenâs right leg but found he couldnât muster any strength.
Aiden continued speaking, "If not for the convenience of using you, I wouldnât mind."
"But you shouldnât have betrayed me!"
"It was I who recruited you as the followers of the manor, promoted you to Chief Attendant! It was I who gave you food, identity, and status!"
"Even the Greyhound I raise wouldnât betray me, yet you chose to stab me in the back!"
At this moment, Ackmanâs face flushed red, breathing heavily, wanting to speak, but no words would come.
Aiden seemed to relish watching Ackmanâs expression, grinning, "Since you chose betrayal, you must be ready to bear the consequences!"
The next second.
Aidenâs right leg exerted sudden force, dropping the full weight of his body onto his right foot.
Nearly four hundred pounds of weight pressed onto Ackmanâs chest.
Crack~
A clear sound of bone breaking echoed in the room.
Ackmanâs struggle slowed in motion until eventually, his right hand fell to the ground.
His eyes wide open, staring directly at the twin maids coiled on the wooden bed...
Confirming Ackman had ceased breathing, Aiden snorted coldly, "Waste."
He tightened his robe around him, stepping towards the outside of the room.
"Guards, guards!"
Footsteps echoed from below as people ran upstairs.
In just a few seconds.
Three followers appeared before Aiden, bowing and speaking respectfully, "Master."
Aidenâs gaze scanned the three before settling on one of the men.