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Chapter 855: Chapter 855: Treating You to a Steak
"Father!"
Seeing the group of people at the door, Zahir Huntington stood up in surprise and said, "You... how come you’re here?"
The room fell silent.
Wealthy businessmen streamed in, only to be astounded to find their children drinking and making merry.
Where did the supposed injuries come from?
"The phone, why can’t I get through?"
Vance Huntington narrowed his eyes, warily scanning his surroundings.
The private room was spacious.
Even as these people poured in, it still appeared very capacious.
"Not at all! I didn’t receive any calls."
Zahir Huntington took out his mobile phone, his face a picture of innocence: "Could it be on silent mode?"
But on the phone screen, it displayed no service.
"What’s going on? The signal was full just a moment ago."
After he spoke, the others took out their phones.
Without exception, none had a signal.
"Impossible! How could there be no signal at the Global Hotel?"
Those who could dine here were luminaries of their industries.
It wasn’t out of the question that they would have many urgent matters to attend to.
If there truly were no signal and an important call was missed, the losses would be extremely severe.
Global Hotel would not make such a basic blunder.
"There’s a jammer!"
Vance Huntington’s expression darkened as he gestured to his bodyguards, "Go, call the manager over, find out where the jammer is!"
"No need to look anymore."
At that moment.
A voice came from the doorway.
Following that, Julius Reed walked in leisurely.
"You are..."
Vance Huntington scrutinized him carefully, feeling that he looked familiar.
Yet, he did not recognize him.
"Julius Reed!"
Amias Lee stood up, facing his nemesis: "You dare to show up?"
They had just gone looking for Julius Reed, but unfortunately, he was not around.
It left him somewhat regretful.
Now, this young man dared to come here courting death?
The entire room was an alliance.
Armed with nothing but a box of dark weapons, where did he find the courage?
"Julius Reed?"
Hearing this name, Zahir Huntington’s eyes narrowed: "You are, Julius Reed?"
"Does who I am matter?"
Julius Reed paid him no mind, instead smiling as he looked around the room: "Not bad, quite a crowd, lively."
Everyone present was worth billions.
Many were lords of their own domains.
They held vast wealth in their hands, industry leaders.
"Did you tamper with the phones?"
Vance Huntington, upon hearing the name Julius Reed, was rather taken aback.
The Huntington family seldom entangled themselves in the capital’s affairs.
But that did not mean they weren’t paying attention.
Fernando Lee’s funeral, Jennifer Lopez’s wedding.
It was overnight that the name Julius Reed became known throughout the capital.
Not just because this young man was close to Beckett Carmichael.
But also due to various legends that demonized him.
Some said he leaped from a helicopter, alarming Jennifer Lopez’s new husband into inaction.
Others claimed he planted a poisonous egg, resulting in Fernando Lee’s body being destroyed beyond recognition.
There were even whispers that he had saved Old Master Leocadia’s life...
Such a character was bound to attract attention.
"Indeed, are you suggesting you want to reimburse me for my phone bill?"
Julius Reed looked at Vance Huntington with a smile.
He did not know who the man was.
And he did not care to know.
There was no difference.
After all, none were his match.
"Julius Reed, how do you speak to my father?"
Zahir Huntington walked over, his face dark with anger.
Slap!
Julius Reed slapped him across the face, knocking him to the ground: "Then you, how are you speaking to me?"
Silence!
The room with dozens of people fell deathly quiet.
A slap to Zahir Huntington’s face right before Vance Huntington?
Such audacity.
"You’re courting death!"
The Huntington family bodyguards immediately rushed forward, but before their raised fists could fall,
a box of dark weapons was pressed against one of their heads.
"Let’s make a bet."
Julius Reed smiled at the bodyguard: "Is your fist faster, or is my dart faster?"
"..."
The bodyguard broke out in a cold sweat.
With the box of dark weapons against his head, could he be faster than a dart?
And at this moment, a group of people rushed through the door.
Whoosh!
The door to the room was slammed shut.
Braven, leading his employees, blocked the entrance.
"You... You’re crazy!"
Someone began to speak, "In broad daylight, you’re holding..."
"Dark skies..."
Whoosh!
Julius Reed knocked out the bodyguard with a direct hit from his concealed weapon box, "Now it’s dark skies. A moonless, windy night perfect for murder."
"This..."
The wealthy individuals were sweating profusely, some at a loss of what to do.
"There’s no signal in this room. Don’t bother trying to call for help; you can’t get out."
Julius Reed walked up to Vance Huntington and said coldly, "I didn’t lie to you, your Lordship is really hurt."
"But he seems to be doing just fine to me."
The Huntington family had substantial resources and remained unflustered even in this situation.
It was a joke.
The capital city!
Who would dare to touch them?
What was their status?
In this room, which of them wasn’t a towering figure in their own right?
Should any one of them be injured, it would be massive news.
Vance Huntington’s composure helped others to start regaining their calm.
"Kid, if you know what’s good for you, apologize now. We can let you off."
Someone stood up and said with disdain, "Forgive my bluntness, whether the stuff in your hand is real or fake..."
Whoosh!
A dart was shot into the floor in front of him.
Making a big hole.
"I didn’t catch what you were saying just now."
Julius Reed blew away the blue smoke from the mouth of the concealed weapon box.
"I..."
The person’s throat moved, but they dared not make a sound.
The room once again fell into a strange silence.
"If you don’t know what to say, then don’t say anything."
Julius Reed, holding the concealed weapon box, walked up to Zahir Huntington.
"What are you going to do?"
Vance Huntington’s pupils constricted sharply as he rushed over, ready to take action.
"Whoever dares to move, kill him."
Julius Reed spoke indifferently.
But Vance Huntington didn’t care.
He went straight over and stood in front of his son.
"Can’t you hear what I’m saying?"
Julius Reed slowly raised the concealed weapon box, aimed at Braven, and at the same time said to another concealed weapon box wielder beside him, "From now on, you’re the boss." 𝘯𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Whoosh!
The concealed weapon box fired.
Braven fell backward, landing directly on the ground.
Covered in blood.
Convulsing.
Dead.
The people in the room gasped for air, feeling completely drained of strength.
Some of the more faint-hearted nearly collapsed onto the floor.
"Understood!"
Rustle!
The sound of concealed weapon boxes being armed filled the air, "Ladies and gentlemen, don’t make this hard for me! If I don’t kill you, I die! I’m dead either way, might as well take some of you with me!"
After the newly appointed leader spoke, he raised the concealed weapon box.
Filled with a lethal air.
"I heard you treated Slade Stone to four bottles of liquor?"
Julius Reed pushed Vance Huntington aside and pulled Zahir Huntington up from the ground.
Whoosh!
Vance Huntington was just about to act when the concealed weapon box fired.
The dart grazed his face and struck the wall.
A searing pain.
He touched his face lightly with his hand and noticed blood.
"You..."
Zahir Huntington was somewhat fearful.
"If you dare touch me, the Huntington family won’t let you go!"
Fear filled his eyes.
This was the capital city!
To be threatened with a concealed weapon box inside a hotel...
"Really? I’m looking forward to it."
Whoosh!
Julius Reed grabbed his neck and slammed Zahir Huntington onto the table.
"You treated him to drinks, I’ll treat you to steak!"
Clang!
He grabbed a steel fork and aimed it at Zahir Huntington’s right hand.
And thrust it down!
