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Chapter 853: Chapter 853: Playing Games
As soon as they entered the room.
The smell of alcohol hit them in the face.
It was strong.
On the ground, a cluster of scattered wine bottles.
"Are you alright?"
Julius Reed quickly walked up to Quella Radcliffe, his eyes full of concern.
Had something happened in just the few minutes he was gone?
The smile on his face disappeared in an instant.
What replaced it 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
was a murderous aura.
"I’m fine... I’m alright."
Quella Radcliffe blinked and suddenly threw herself into his arms.
"Julius, I’m glad you’re back."
She had really been scared a moment ago.
"Ah..."
Just then,
Slade Stone groaned softly from the ground, drawing everyone’s attention to his presence.
"He... he’s badly hurt."
Quella Radcliffe said somewhat helplessly, "While you were gone, someone came looking for trouble, it was he... he took it all for us."
"What happened?"
After seeing that Quella Radcliffe and Bamboo Whitaker were unharmed, Julius Reed knelt down to check Slade Stone’s injuries.
"They really went all out."
His expression suddenly darkened.
Bamboo Whitaker quietly came over and recounted the whole incident in detail.
"Zahir Huntington?"
Julius Reed stood up, a murderous look flashing in his eyes.
"Mr.... Mr. Reed..."
Slade Stone touched his head and extended a hand, "Don’t... don’t go. We can’t afford to provoke the Huntington family..."
He shook his head, his eyes full of pleading.
The Huntington family was a special entity.
If provoked, the consequences would be endless.
"Is that so?"
Julius Reed suddenly laughed happily.
"To be honest, I suddenly feel like having some fun."
He snapped his fingers lightly, and the door behind him was pushed open.
"Mad... Brother Davenport."
Braven walked in with his men, starting his sentence and immediately correcting himself.
The name Mad Dragon was not suitable to be used casually.
As Julius Reed had instructed, they would call him Brother Davenport from now on.
After all, he didn’t want Quella Radcliffe to know about the mess in the martial world.
"You see?"
Julius Reed pointed at Slade Stone, whose face was covered in blood, and said with a smile, "Some people don’t know how high the sky is or how thick the earth is."
"Understood!"
Braven frowned and immediately understood what was going on.
"First take him down to treat his wounds, then give the Huntington family..." As he spoke, Julius Reed turned to Bamboo Whitaker, "What was the Huntington again?"
"Zahir Huntington."
Bamboo Whitaker said indignantly, "He’s too much of a bully!"
Thinking about how arrogant the other party had been earlier made her angry.
"No worries."
Julius Reed patted her head, "Let’s eat first, and after dinner, we’ll have some fun with him."
"Boss Davenport, they seem to have a lot of clout..."
Although Bamboo Whitaker was very angry, she was still somewhat clear-headed.
Even Slade Stone being a significant figure, the fact that Zahir Huntington dared to smugly down four bottles of beer further established his prestigious status.
The people with him seemed arrogant as well.
Clearly, they were from notable families.
Otherwise, how could they behave so arrogantly in Kyoto?
"Bigger than me?"
Julius Reed held Quella Radcliffe’s hand and waved his other, "Let’s eat! There’s so much food, it’s going to get cold."
"Bamboo, don’t worry."
Quella Radcliffe comforted her little sister, already used to Julius Reed’s methods.
He was not one to suffer losses!
Moreover, Slade Stone was beaten for protecting her and Bamboo Whitaker; emotionally and logically, Quella Radcliffe selfishly hoped that Julius Reed would take revenge on the other party.
Who doesn’t have a little temper?
"You all, go and tally up, who all are in that room."
Julius Reed waved at Braven, "Then notify their families, tell them these people are injured and ask them to come pick them up."
"Are you sure?"
Braven hesitated, "I just had someone inquire, and that room is occupied by quite a few young masters from the entire Kyoto. If really..."
"When my employees are working, you need to understand one thing first."
Julius Reed picked up his chopsticks and interrupted him, "I’m not discussing this with you, it’s an order. Understand?"
"Understood!"
Braven shuddered, his forehead breaking into a sweat.
"Did you hear that! Hurry up and go!"
He waved his hand, and the employee behind him immediately rushed out.
"The dishes at the Global Hotel aren’t bad," he remarked.
Julius Reed handed Quella Radcliffe a piece of meat, "It’s just that the person inviting has no fortune to enjoy it."
Slade Stone was still fairly smart.
At least now, his position in Kyoto will be quite stable.
If when Julius Reed returned, Quella Radcliffe and Bamboo Whitaker had any injuries, the first to die.
Would definitely be Slade Stone.
"One, two, three, four."
Julius Reed looked at the four bottle necks on the ground and smiled, "Slade Stone took four bottles of beer, so I’ll help him charge forty billion then."
"Hmm. He’s still a decent person."
Quella Radcliffe took a bite of the meat and nodded, "It tastes pretty good."
"Still not as good as what my wife makes," Julius Reed said offhandedly.
"Brother Davenport, have some kidneys."
Just then, Bamboo Whitaker stood up, picked up stir-fried kidneys with green onions, and placed them in Julius Reed’s bowl, "I ordered this for you."
The sight of this dish caused Quella Radcliffe’s eyes to narrow into slits.
But quickly, they returned to normal.
"Cough, cough..."
Julius Reed coughed once, quickly said to Bamboo Whitaker, "The thing you wanted, I’ve already arranged for someone to buy it and send it to Beckett Carmichael’s house."
"Oh. Then I really must thank you."
Bamboo Whitaker chuckled, picked the kidneys back out of Julius Reed’s bowl and gently chewed them in her mouth, "Actually, I just like eating them."
"Brother Davenport, notification is complete."
Braven approached, speaking softly, "This situation is a bit big. Maybe we should hide and avoid some of the attention?"
Although he had some skills in the martial world, facing half of Kyoto’s powerful families still made him somewhat nervous.
This is...
Kyoto, after all.
And that room full of cheerful youths, all the future hopes of powerful families.
"Come here."
Julius Reed gestured.
"Yes."
Braven immediately came closer.
"Can you handle it?"
Hearing Julius Reed whisper softly, he was a bit surprised, "I’m worried..."
"I’m not worried," Julius Reed replied softly. "Have your people change into the hotel staff’s uniforms and prevent those people from leaving. Once they are all here, let them in together."
"Alright!"
Braven steeled his heart, and since he had no choice, he decided to see this through with Julius Reed!
If the opponent were really Mad Dragon, the small Kyoto couldn’t contain him!
"Boss Davenport, what are you up to?"
After Braven left with his people, only three people remained in the room.
Julius Reed and Quella Radcliffe ate at a leisurely pace, while Bamboo Whitaker was deep in thought.
She hadn’t interacted much with Julius Reed and didn’t know the extent of this Brother Davenport’s capabilities.
"Playing a game."
Julius Reed placed his chopsticks on top of his bowl and pulled out a napkin to wipe his mouth.
"Maybe those young masters have been comfortable for too long and have forgotten what a beating feels like."
He stood up, stretching himself lazily.
Walking over to the window.
The night in Kyoto, lights of thousands of homes.
Standing on the second floor of the Global Hotel, although the distance was unclear.
Yet the ceaseless flow of people entering and exiting could be seen.
Very lively.
So, in half an hour, this place will certainly be even more lively.
