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Chapter 868: Chapter 868 Settling Accounts
Picking Star Pavilion!
Murderous aura swirled!
The originally tranquil atmosphere disappeared in an instant when Vance Huntington was injured!
What took its place was the stillness before a storm!
Merchants took their seats in succession, not uttering a word.
But their eyes were like knives, staring intently at Julius Reed.
Many people didn’t understand.
Was it really necessary for Darrell Huntington to make such a fuss over a mere youth?
In the capital, the Huntington family had great prestige.
Their influence was overwhelming.
For such a wealthy household, there were countless ways to deal with a young man!
Even if the Huntington family wanted to save face and humiliate him openly.
It was not worth such a massive mobilization of resources!
Landscape painting, Vermilion Bird flags, Picking Star Pavilion!
The red carpet laid out in the courtyard was magnificent!
Overwhelming in presence!
Walking on it, one could hardly suppress a boiling of blood!
The Vermilion Bird flags, like roaring flames, ignited the excitement within people’s hearts!
And the Picking Star Pavilion!
Golden dragons coiled around it, the appearance majestic!
If all this grandeur was merely for revenge, it would indeed be too lavish.
But that’s how Darrell Huntington always was!
If he didn’t act, he remained still.
But when he made a move, it was always grand!
"I hear, your skills are extraordinary?" Darrell Huntington said with a faint smile.
He picked up the teacup from the table, and immediately someone behind him poured tea.
"Passable."
Julius Reed placed his hands on the table, looking at Darrell Huntington: "If all opponents were as weak as your son, then I could indeed be considered a master."
Hiss!
The guests at the table gasped.
After beating him, still taunting?
Shouldn’t he be content and quit while he was ahead?
How dare he be so insatiable within the Huntington family’s premises!
He clearly didn’t know whether he was alive or dead.
Indeed, Darrell Huntington’s face turned a bit ashen, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Sir, have you ever heard of the Martial Arts Association?" he asked.
As Darrell Huntington spoke, servants had already brought several dishes to the table.
Outside, the fierce wind swept through, bringing a storm of sand.
But inside the Picking Star Pavilion, there was not the slightest breeze.
Julius Reed stood up.
His hand, lightly touching.
"It turns out to be glass."
Between the pillars entwined with the four golden dragons, there was glass.
Very clear!
At a glance, one couldn’t even tell it was glass.
It seemed just like air.
The craft was advanced, the price certainly not cheap.
"Merely a minor trick."
Darrell Huntington said unconcernedly: "Sir, you have yet to answer my question."
"The Martial Arts Association?"
Julius Reed turned around, looking at Darrell Huntington: "Knowing or not knowing, what difference does it make?"
The Martial Arts Association!
The sacred land of martial arts in the world!
The place people from the secular world most yearn for.
It brings together the world’s strongest martial artists and is the most prestigious place for the common people to access martial arts.
As for places like Medicine King Valley and other such sects, they were simply unreachable for ordinary people.
Some had never even heard of them.
But the Martial Arts Association was almost universally known.
"Today, I’ve invited a guest."
Darrell Huntington picked up his chopsticks, looking around: "Everyone, let’s talk while we eat."
After he finished speaking, the other guests dared to move their chopsticks.
But the food tasted like wax.
The Martial Arts Association!
The Huntington family, they actually had a connection with the Martial Arts Association?
"I, too, am your guest."
Julius Reed sat back down, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat.
Many of the ingredients served were simply not available in the marketplace.
The flavor, very delicious.
"Mr. Reed, how do you find the Huntington family’s banquet?" Darrell Huntington asked with a smile.
As he spoke, he raised his wineglass: "Thank you all for gracing my humble home."
"Mr. Huntington is too kind!"
Everyone raised their wineglasses, tipping the rims slightly downwards.
"We thank you!"
Clang!
Julius Reed’s cup collided with Darrell Huntington’s, the bottom of his cup striking the rim of the other’s.
The wine splashed into each other’s glasses.
And then.
Julius Reed downed his drink in one gulp.
Leaving behind a livid-faced Darrell Huntington.
The guests held their cups suspended in mid-air, exceedingly embarrassed.
"Drink up!"
Darrell Huntington chuckled awkwardly, taking his glass back.
He was obsessive about cleanliness.
This cup of wine could only be discarded.
Whoosh!
He casually tossed it away.
"Mr. Huntington, what is the meaning of this?"
Julius Reed asked, puzzled.
"Habit."
Darrell Huntington replied with a faint smile, "My habit."
"Oh!"
Julius Reed nodded his head, picked up a bottle of wine, and walked over to him with his cup in hand.
"They say, ’When in Rome, do as the Romans do.’ I was unaware of this custom before."
Having said this, he filled his glass to the brim.
Then, he poured it out right before Darrell Huntington.
The first cup!
The second cup!
The third cup!
Three cups in a row.
The carpet in front of Darrell Huntington was thoroughly soaked.
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do."
After finishing, Julius Reed turned around and sat back in his chair.
A ritual to honor the dead?
"Julius Reed, that’s quite presumptuous of you!"
Nikodem Lee had a deep-seated hatred with Julius Reed, so naturally, he was the first to stand up at this moment!
"The distinguished Mr. Huntington has invited you to dine today, and yet you carry on with such insolence?"
"Mr. Lee, I am merely following the local customs. Do you imply there is something wrong with what Mr. Huntington Sr. has done?"
Julius Reed shook his head: "If he may pour out wine, can I not do the same?"
Is that unacceptable?
That is a gesture for honoring the deceased!
Darrell Huntington is clearly sitting in his chair alive and well, and yet Julius Reed dared to walk up to him and pour out wine?
"No matter!"
Facing the provocation, Darrell Huntington took a deep breath, "To be frank, inviting you here was to settle an account."
Finally, was it time to lay all cards on the table?
Julius Reed lifted his wine glass leisurely, "That’s fine. I came here with the same intention."
Arrogance!
That was the thought in everyone’s mind!
Within the Huntington family’s domain.
Injuring Vance Huntington, toasting Darrell Huntington in a manner reserved for honoring the dead!
And now, he dares to settle accounts with the Huntington family?
Where does he get the courage?
"Shall we settle it properly, then?"
Darrell Huntington’s smile vanished, his eyes narrowing as he said, "Today, I invited you here to settle this account in front of all the distinguished guests of the capital!"
"Very well."
Julius Reed commented as he ate, nodding, "You speak, I’m listening."
"Eat slowly, this might be your last meal."
Darrell Huntington sneered, "My beloved grandson Zahir Huntington was stabbed through both palms with a steel fork by you! Afterwards, you arranged for someone to throw him from an upper floor, resulting in severe injuries."
"My son Vance Huntington had a finger broken by you."
"My car was smashed!"
"Today, you have insulted me!"
Bang!
At this, Darrell Huntington slammed the table fiercely.
The sudden action scared all the guests at the table silent.
"So, asking for both your hands, both your feet, and your tongue in addition, that wouldn’t be too much, right?"
Upon hearing these words, a chill ran through the guests.
Indeed, whenever Darrell Huntington took action, it was always in a grand fashion!
Their grievances were about to be avenged alongside his.
"Of course, that’s not too much."
After speaking, Julius Reed threw his chopsticks down onto the table.
Upon hearing his words, the people at the table found it unbelievable.
Was this the same Julius Reed known for his daring brutality and disregard for others?
Did he truly lose his nerve in the face of Darrell Huntington?
But on further thought, it made sense.
After all, that was the Huntington family!
"In that case, Mr. Reed, are you willing to settle the account?"
Darrell Huntington gestured, and a servant from behind brought over a tray of knives and forks.
"Settle the account? I haven’t even started with mine yet!"
Julius Reed stood up, eyes coldly fixed on Darrell Huntington.
Haughty and overbearing!
