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Chapter 857: Chapter 857: Madman
Late at night.
The Huntington family mansion.
Just by its geographical location, one could verify the power of the Huntington family.
This was a central area!
The most bustling district in the capital city!
Yet even so, the Huntington family mansion covered an area of tens of thousands of square meters!
Every inch a treasure!
Even the four major families would not dare to be so extravagant.
At this time.
The Huntington household was not peaceful.
In a dedicated hospital room, several doctors were busy, sweating profusely.
"How is it?"
By the bed.
Sat an elder with silvery-white hair.
The elder’s eyes were slightly closed, looking somewhat exhausted.
Under normal circumstances, he would have been asleep already.
But now, he couldn’t fall asleep.
His own grandson, a highly esteemed young master of the Huntington family.
Had been pushed down from the second floor.
Suffering from severe fractures and a concussion.
And he had been unconscious ever since.
The Huntington family wanted to use their power.
But without evidence, they had no proof.
All cellphones had been destroyed.
The hotel room had been restored anew in a short period of time.
As for the victims.
They all jumped down on their own.
The external hotel surveillance clearly showed the young men standing on the balcony.
Jumping down!
Suffering from serious injuries.
"My lord, the young master is out of life-threatening danger,"
a doctor removed his mask, sighing with relief.
At least, their efforts hadn’t been in vain.
"How is it?"
The elder’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority.
An authority that brooked no challenge.
"Three ribs broken, both legs fractured, and severe injuries to both hands," the doctor frowned: "He also has... a mild concussion."
Silence.
No sound.
Three minutes later.
The elder stood up.
"Good! Very good!"
He leaned on his cane, gently tapping the ground: "It’s been many years since anyone dared to act against our Huntington family like this."
"Last time, it was that little tramp!"
Vance Huntington came closer, speaking softly.
His fingers were still wrapped in bandages.
"Little tramp?"
The elder huffed lightly: "The foolish thing you did back then!"
"Sigh."
Looking at Zahir Huntington lying unconscious on the bed, Vance Huntington said with a pained expression: "We must seek revenge! I cannot swallow this affront!"
He possessed an imposing presence, his status distinguished!
Today, to be mocked by someone!
Especially since Braven played dead convincingly, completely shocking them.
Thinking about it now, the house was full of nobles.
If someone had truly died, it would have caused an uproar in the capital. 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝑚
The young man would have had no escape!
But at that moment, the instinct to survive had made them hesitant to challenge.
"This matter, it now concerns the face of our Huntington family."
Mentioning that ’little tramp,’ the elder’s face showed some displeasure: "That account definitely needs to be settled. I hear she’s doing quite well in Gonzalez City?"
"Quite capable. Probably inherits my excellent bloodline,"
Vance Huntington scratched his head, his face showing some helplessness: "Seems like she’s coming to the capital in a few days."
"These past years, she’s been busy building connections, making money, all just to return to our Huntington family."
The elder shook his head: "It’s just a pity, her background isn’t proper, and her temper too stubborn."
"Here in the Huntington family, we’re rich in talents, we don’t lack her."
Vance Huntington looked up, noticing a short-haired young man coming in.
The young man was wearing a pair of Dr. Martens boots and two large earrings.
Dressed in a disheveled manner, he looked like a delinquent youth.
"Anson, what’s this..."
Vance Huntington raised an eyebrow, sizing up the newcomer, Anson Huntington.
"I heard that waste was almost beaten to death, so I came to see."
Anson Huntington shoved his hands into his pockets and walked over to Zahir Huntington’s bedside.
He stared for a moment.
Then suddenly.
Smack!
He slapped him across the face.
"Get up, let’s talk," he said and abruptly sat down.
"What are you doing!"
Vance Huntington ran over, furious, and looked at Anson Huntington: "That’s your brother, and he’s seriously injured right now. Are you crazy?"
The madman!
In the Huntington family, no one dared to provoke Anson Huntington.
Even himself.
The only one who could restrain the madman was the old man.
"Weak and defeated like this."
With disdain in his eyes, Anson Huntington said bluntly, "Excuse my frankness! Such trash doesn’t deserve to live among us Huntingtons. It would be cleaner if he were dead!"
Even when facing his own family.
He still showed no mercy.
"Anson, let it be," the elder said softly.
"Fine!"
Anson Huntington stood up, and before he left, he pressed down on Zahir Huntington.
"Broken bones, truly thrilling," he said, ignoring Vance Huntington’s murderous gaze and stepping over to the elder.
"Three years, how did it go?" the elder asked softly.
"Before coming down the mountain, I killed my master! Not a single one of my fellow disciples was spared,"
Anson Huntington extended a finger and lightly traced figures in the air.
"Very good, you haven’t disappointed the family’s expectations," the elder nodded in satisfaction.
He felt no discomfort whatsoever about this sort of atrocity against his master.
"That year, the family staged a play to deceive everyone and send you away. Now that you have returned with your skills, find an opportunity to show them off,"
"I may not have any rivals," Anson Huntington said, looking at his own hand and murmuring to himself, "Being unbeatable can be rather lonely."
"Be modest," the elder frowned slightly. "Even if you could kill your master, there are many stronger than him. Understand?"
There are always people stronger.
"Then I will just have to kill them all,"
Anson Huntington said, looking at his brother on the sickbed and shaking his head, "Or should I take revenge for my brother?"
"You are skilled, so you must be cautious with your actions. When you make a move, it will surely shake Gonzalez City! It must be startling. Do you understand?" the elder said, hope glinting in his eyes.
And pride.
"Understood!"
Anson Huntington nodded and looked at the elder, "Grandfather, I’m going back if there’s nothing else. I’ve been feeling a boost in my capabilities lately. I want to see if I can surpass my master!"
Before coming down the mountain, he had slain all his fellow disciples.
Yet, he was seriously injured.
At last, when he killed his master, he had used his younger female disciple as leverage.
Forcing his master to commit suicide.
But, the process wasn’t important.
The result was what mattered most.
He had fulfilled his grandfather’s request.
Only by annihilating his fellow disciples could he come down from the mountain.
He accomplised this nearly impossible feat in three years.
Then, after violating his younger female disciple, he killed her in front of his master.
With a fire, he obliterated his entire sect.
"Gonzalez City, will be shaken by you," the elder inhaled deeply, his tone somewhat excited.
"Is that so?"
Anson Huntington laughed heartily and left without turning back.
"Father, can you really handle him with such indulgence?"
Vance Huntington asked, very displeased.
If Anson Huntington hadn’t had a special constitution, how could everyone in the family indulge him like this?
"Anson has extraordinary talents, a once-in-a-century martial genius. A hidden weapon box, naturally, the more lethal the better," the elder turned and looked at his son. "If that day truly comes, the swords and hidden weapons must be stored, and horses let loose to graze the southern mountain. Put your mind at ease, the future of the Huntington family will be in Zahir’s hands."
"Thank you, father!"
A cold glint flashed in Vance Huntington’s eyes.
Meanwhile.
On the other side of the Earth.
In a spacious conference room.
Crash!
A burly man smashed the water glass in his hand, his eyes widened at the person across from him: "Blade is dead? Killed by Seven Clouds Academy?"
