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Chapter 863: 863 Chapter Cemetery
Zenith Street!
Park Avenue!
The true economic center of Kyoto!
Every inch of land worth its weight in gold!
Skyscrapers tower high!
Yet, in the very center of these skyscrapers,
there lies a courtyard, thousands of square meters enclosed by walls.
Just this plot of land, if sold,
could ensure its owner and his descendents a lifetime of luxury and opulence in the Mortal World!
Even their descendants could live worry-free for centuries.
But.
The Huntington family lacks no such money.
Even the surrounding skyscrapers are suitably distanced to avoid blocking the sunlight that should shine upon the Huntington Mansion.
At this moment, at the entrance of the Huntington Mansion.
The gates are wide open!
In the spacious courtyard, the ground is covered with a red carpet!
Luxury cars slowly pull into the ground parking spots.
Arranged in a row.
In the very center of the courtyard, an enormous table is placed.
Around the table, four golden pillars rise.
Shooting up!
On the pillars, golden dragons are engraved!
Eight golden dragons!
Writhing upwards, piercing into the heavens!
Above the four pillars, a giant golden top plate is fixed!
Even more luxurious than those used by ancient emperors!
At the very top of the top plate, there is a Luminous Pearl.
It is said to be the largest Luminous Pearl in the whole of Kyoto.
Every night, it emits gleaming lights.
The Huntington family has named this place—
Picking Star Pavilion!
Implying that one can pick stars with their hands.
At this moment.
Darrell Huntington stands with his hands behind his back, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s!
His gaze, hooked, fixedly staring at the front gate.
One by one, cars continue to park in the open-air spots.
Guests continuously step out.
Waiting on the spot.
The Huntington family does not have an underground parking lot.
Because they do not need one.
The ground space is enough.
But...
Until the gates closed, Darrell Huntington did not see his golden limousine.
The iconic limousine!
"Go ask Waylon why he didn’t drive my car in," Darrell Huntington murmured.
That car, he had specifically arranged for Waylon Huntington to drive.
To declare to the world.
The Huntington family, welcoming you into the pot!
And the other party has to come nonetheless!
But now, why is the flagship vehicle missing?
Waylon Huntington is a smart man, he wouldn’t fail to understand his meaning.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind rises.
Behind Darrell Huntington, the Vermilion Bird flag flutters in the wind!
Like dancing flames!
At a glance!
Within the hundreds of meters of the courtyard, there’s a red carpet, five meters wide and over a hundred meters long.
On both sides of the carpet, Vermilion Bird flags are planted!
Every three meters a flag!
Stretching ceaselessly.
All the way into the Picking Star Pavilion!
"Father,"
Three minutes later, Vance Huntington returned, frowning as he said, "The car... it’s broken."
"What!"
Darrell Huntington turned around, bellowing, "Isn’t my car supposed to be maintained and inspected every day? You are in charge of this!"
That luxury limousine is no longer just a transportation tool.
It’s more of a symbol of status.
Once the car appears, even without looking at the license plate,
everyone knows Darrell Huntington is inside.
"Father, I checked it, there were no issues," Vance Huntington said feeling aggrieved.
Today, before the car left, he had specifically arranged for people to check it.
There were no issues.
"First, go and retrieve the car."
Darrell Huntington, impatient, waved his hand and strode towards the door.
Behind him, dozens of people followed closely.
In a grand procession.
"Mr. Reed, welcome to the Huntington Mansion."
Although Waylon Huntington felt resentful inside, since the other party had already arrived at his domain,
the next natural step would be punishment.
There’s no rush.
Nor can there be haste.
Bang!
Clang.
The rear door of the limousine fell to the ground.
Then—
Julius Reed extended a leg, straightening his clothes.
He looked at the courtyard before him.
It was impressive.
Full of heritage.
"Mr. Reed, your way of getting out of the car is truly unique,"
Darrell Huntington came over with a smiling gaze.
The atmosphere in the courtyard was murderous!
The Huntington family was akin to a den of dragons and tigers.
"Opening the door is too much trouble."
Julius walked over, looking at Darrell Huntington, "I’m sorry for damaging your car."
"What do you mean?"
Darrell Huntington frowned slightly, not understanding for a moment.
"Father, the car has been brought back."
Just then, Vance Huntington rushed over, pointing toward the gate, "It’s just..."
Looking in the direction of his gaze, Darrell Huntington only saw a pile of scrap metal.
"What is that?"
He pointed at the scrap metal at the entrance, confused, "Why would the Huntington family want this junk?"
"Father..." Vance Huntington sweated profusely, unsure of how to start.
He was very aware that his father cared deeply about that car.
If he were to tell the truth, then...
"That was your car,"
Julius Reed spread his hands, "Just like it was made of paper."
"What!"
Upon hearing this, Darrell Huntington trembled.
He mechanically turned his head, asking, "Waylon, is this true..."
"Father..."
Waylon Huntington hung his head.
Although he didn’t speak, he had already admitted it.
"Hiss!"
Darrell Huntington took a deep breath, forcefully maintaining a smile, "It’s just a car. Why would the Huntington family care?"
"That’s good."
Julius patted his chest, "I thought you were inviting me for a meal, but also trying to swindle me for a car."
"You worry too much!"
Darrell Huntington snorted lightly, turning around to introduce, "These are all my friends from Kyoto."
The people behind him were dressed extravagantly.
With rich garments and magnificent horses!
But.
Each person’s face was filled with a murderous intent!
Not a single one showed a smile.
"Andy Rose, CEO of Kyoto Watery Group. With a net worth in the billions. His son, Lucas Rose, jumped from a building last night and was critically injured."
"Jayron Warm, CEO of Kyoto Dragon Entertainment City, also a billionaire. His son, Peter Warm, jumped from a building last night and was critically injured."
"Tiberius Yarrow, chairman of the Kyoto Korean Dining Chains Group. His son, last night he jumped from a building and was critically injured!"
...
As Darrell Huntington approached each person, he loudly introduced them.
There were ten wealthy businessmen in total.
All were prominent figures in Kyoto!
"It seems they have something in common,"
Julius touched his chin, smiling, "Do all your sons like jumping off buildings?"
As soon as he said this.
The air instantly grew colder!
The ten men glared with icy fierceness, ready to exact revenge.
"But, there is another commonality!"
Darrell Huntington added, "They all share the same enemy!"
"Gentlemen, you are just a bit late."
Just then.
Nikodem Lee strode toward them, nodding at Darrell Huntington.
"This person, I suppose needs no introduction."
Darrell Huntington looked at Julius, "Your old friend, Nikodem Lee."
Today, those father’s of the boys that Julius Reed had forced to jump from buildings, assembled at the Huntington Mansion!
A coup!
And Darrell Huntington would uphold justice.
"Didn’t you invite me here for a meal?"
Julius surveyed the surroundings, "Where are we eating?"
"You..."
The businessmen’s eyes almost burst into flames!
At such a critical moment, he still thought about eating?
"Please!"
Darrell Huntington turned, extending a hand, "In ancient times, before prisoners were executed, they were always allowed a final meal. Commonly known as, the last meal."
"To me, this doesn’t look like an execution ground."
Julius walked leisurely on the red carpet.
"This place is a cemetery. Commonly known as, a mausoleum."
Darrell Huntington’s body jerked, his throat moved slightly.
"Only, I don’t know whom we are burying."
He snorted softly, hurrying to catch up.
PS: During the Qingming holiday, I drove back to my hometown in the afternoon.
It wasn’t until around seven in the evening that I got home.
The update is late, I’m sorry.
Additionally.
Whether to update twice a day or once from now on.
If updating once, it’ll still be at least four Chapters.
If updating twice, it remains like now, posting as soon as two Chapters are written.
However, I don’t have any drafts; I post as soon as I finish writing.
If updating once, the time might be a bit late.
You all can give your opinions.
