Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons-Chapter 194: Apology not Accepted.

Walking out of the villa, the police officers held their breath as their jaws slowly dropped in stunned disbelief.

Thoren walked forward with the same indifferent expression, his face devoid of any emotion.

He did not spare the police even a glance, as though they were nothing more than air.

Behind him, his two undead servants dragged three broken figures across the ground.

The guard captain’s jaw had been crushed beyond recognition.

Blood mixed with shattered teeth dangled grotesquely from his mouth, swaying with each jolt of movement.

The young miss bore a deep palm print on her cheek. The flesh had been torn apart so brutally that parts of her bone were exposed, giving her an almost unrecognizable appearance.

As for the young master, one of his arms had been severed completely.

Blood continued to drip from the wound as he wailed in pain, his cries hoarse and desperate.

The group walked past the stunned police officers as if they did not exist.

"M-My goodness..." the police captain muttered, shivering as she sucked in a cold breath.

Behind her, the other officers trembled as well. At that moment, they could not help but feel grateful that their captain had chosen not to engage earlier.

"Too ruthless...Too ruthless" one officer whispered, his voice barely audible.

"I need to report this to the chief," the middle-aged police captain said under her breath, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead.

As for Thoren, he had already walked out of the villa grounds. He stopped a few feet away from his parents and gestured slightly.

His undead servants immediately dropped the captives onto the ground before him.

"Tell them you’re sorry," Thoren commanded calmly.

The young master and young miss groaned in pain, but they did not dare hesitate.

"S-Sir... Ma’am... please forgive us..." the young master said first, forcing the words through gritted teeth.

His tone carried a strained sincerity, born not from remorse but from sheer terror.

Since they had grown up under their grandfather’s influence, they were well aware of the countless atrocities he had committed.

They knew that begging for forgiveness was the only path left to them.

Besides, with their lives hanging by a thread, did they even have a choice?

Watching the three bloodied figures apologize profusely as if their lives depended on it, Ardyn, Serene, Elara, and even the soldiers were stunned.

They could hardly believe what they were seeing.

Who forces someone to apologize after already breaking them to such an extent?

Could this even be called an apology?

Ardyn and Serene exchanged subtle glances before letting out quiet sighs.

"Son, we’ve accepted their apology," Ardyn said, forcing a faint smile onto his face.

"Yes, we’ve already forgiven them..." Serene added, her voice gentle despite the tension in her eyes.

"Very well..." Thoren nodded.

Bang!

Before anyone could react, the guard captain’s head was crushed into pieces.

Brain matter and blood splattered violently across the ground, some droplets even landing on nearby soldiers.

Huh!

Everyone gasped in shock, their expressions filled with disbelief.

They had thought the matter would end with the apology.

They were wrong.

The young master and young miss trembled violently as despair consumed them.

A strange smell suddenly filled the air.

"What is that smell?" someone muttered.

Slowly, everyone’s gaze shifted toward the young master, whose body shook uncontrollably.

His clothes clung tightly to him, soaked in sweat and something else.

Ahhhhh!

One of the undead servants suddenly stomped down on the young master’s leg.

Crack!

The bones shattered instantly under the force.

His scream tore through the air, raw and soul-rending.

Hearing it, everyone felt their hearts skip a beat.

Elara shivered uncontrollably, but she did not dare make a sound.

"Take them," Thoren ordered.

The undead servants dragged the two remaining captives toward the central jeep without hesitation.

No one spoke.

Silence hung heavily in the air as everyone slowly returned to their vehicles.

A second later, the military convoy began to move, leaving the villa behind.

Those watching from a distance could not help but exhale deeply as they saw the convoy depart.

"Finally... they’re gone."

"Can we go see what happened?"

For a moment, the street remained eerily quiet. No one dared to leave their homes.

But eventually, curiosity overcame fear.

One brave individual stepped out of his villa, cautiously approaching the scene.

Seeing this, others slowly followed.

Meanwhile, inside the Federation Headquarters, Silas paced back and forth anxiously.

His face was filled with worry.

A growing sense of dread gripped his heart, intensifying with every passing second.

"Calm down. I’ve already taken care of everything..." the old councilor said calmly.

With the mine now in his possession, he could barely suppress the satisfaction in his heart.

Although he would need to spend some money and favors to settle the situation, it was a small price compared to the value of the mine.

To him, it was a profitable exchange.

Suddenly, his communicator vibrated.

With a relaxed smile, he took it out and checked the notification.

The moment he read it, his expression changed drastically.

He shot to his feet, the calm smile on his face disappearing instantly.

Silas stopped pacing and turned toward the councilor.

"What happened?" he demanded, unease evident in his voice. "Have you received any news? Tell me quickly!"

"No..." the councilor replied, shaking his head slowly.

But inwardly, his thoughts were anything but calm.

’How could they be so useless...’ he cursed silently.

He had arranged for the police to stall Thoren until stronger forces could arrive.

But they had failed.

Completely.

And now, the situation had spiraled out of control.

’As long as I handle this properly, I can still contain it,’ he thought, forcing himself to remain composed as he began to move.

"Where are you going?" Silas demanded, immediately following him.

At this moment, he could not allow the councilor to leave his side.

The man was his only lifeline.

Meanwhile, outside the Federation Headquarters, a military convoy arrived, instantly drawing the attention of everyone nearby.