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Chapter 869: Chapter 869: The Gift
"Zahir Huntington insulted my wife, he deserved to die."
"However, he only injured Slade Stone. I wanted his two hands, is that too much?"
Julius Reed said indifferently.
He stood up and walked towards Darrell Huntington.
"But he acted rudely, frightening my wife. I threw him from the second floor, sparing his life, and he should consider himself lucky to still be alive."
"As for Vance Huntington."
Julius Reed walked with his hands behind his back to the entrance of Picking Star Pavilion.
Outside.
Bodyguards filled the area.
A deadly aura filled the air!
"When I’m handling matters, I don’t like interruptions. It’s just a finger, isn’t life good?"
He chuckled lightly, "As for your broken car, it’s not even worth one of my bicycles."
"So, by saying this, am I the one who owes the Huntington family?"
Darrell Huntington was amused by Julius Reed.
In the face of the famous figures of the capital, he shook his head, his voice solemn, "Then tell me, how should we settle this account?"
"Originally, I planned to forgive you during today’s meal."
Julius Reed extended a hand, "But now, I’ve changed my mind."
"Utterly ridiculous!"
Darrell Huntington burst out laughing, pointing towards Picking Star Pavilion outside, "Do you think the Huntington Mansion is a place you can come and go as you please?"
"Otherwise?"
Julius Reed looked towards the pavilion, speaking softly, "If I want to leave, no one can stop me."
"Arrogant!"
Darrell Huntington smirked, "Julius Reed, I know you can fight! But as for me, Darrell Huntington, when I do things..."
"Isn’t it just that you called Jasper Leopold and dozens of elite disciples here to help?"
Julius Reed turned around, contemptuously saying, "Just with them, you think you can keep me here?"
Before he came, he had received intelligence.
Darrell Huntington had sent people overnight to the Martial Alliance to invite several experts.
Planning to kill him at the Huntington Mansion.
But.
He still came.
Martial Alliance? So what?
If they provoke him, they die all the same.
"You..."
Darrell Huntington’s heart trembled.
How did the other party know about this?
His family, the Huntington family, had deep ties with the Martial arts Association.
Not even Waylon Huntington and the others knew about this.
The person sent to deliver the message was his confidant.
With such a short time, had the news really leaked?
"When you repeatedly asked if I knew people from the Martial Alliance, wasn’t it because you wanted to use the Martial Alliance to pressure me?"
Julius Reed shook his head, uncaring, "Let alone Jasper Leopold, even the president of the Martial Alliance, so what? If I want to kill, I kill."
"This..."
The guests were stupefied.
The Martial Alliance!
For them, that was a force they couldn’t even curry favor with!
But this name, everyone knew it.
The Martial Alliance was filled with top-notch experts.
In other words, they were like invincible beings.
Even Terry Moore, known as the best fighter in the capital, had no chance against the senior members of the Martial Alliance!
Let alone against Jasper Leopold!
Just...
Had the Huntington family grown so powerful that they could invite people from the Martial Alliance?
Then they, from now on...
The more the guests thought about it, the more fearful they became!
In the end, they had underestimated the capabilities of the Huntington family.
Even a director of the Martial Alliance had personally intervened!
What else could Darrell Huntington be hiding?
"You are indeed arrogant! I just hope that when the people from the Martial Alliance arrive, you won’t kneel down and beg for mercy!"
Darrell Huntington’s eyes gleamed with the joy of revenge. 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
At the same time, he looked down at his watch.
Now, it had been three minutes past the agreed time.
Yet, the people from the Martial Alliance hadn’t shown up?
"Waylon, go check on it!"
Darrell Huntington was somewhat dissatisfied.
He wanted to use today’s event to restore the honor of the Huntington family and intimidate the famous figures of the capital!
The situation was turbulent.
The Huntington family was no longer planning to keep hiding.
He, Darrell Huntington, was ready to lay everything on the table.
Those so-called four major families.
From today onward, it would be only the Huntington family!
"Father, I’ll go check."
Waylon Huntington heard the words "Martial Association," and he was equally shocked!
Even a director!
The four great families, who could invite a director of the Martial Association?
Even for a high-ranking member of the Martial Association, they had to repeatedly request before they could invite one.
Now, just a single letter from Darrell Huntington managed to have a director of the Martial Association personally bring people!
What splendor!
What glory!
"Julius Reed, as a person, you should not be too prominent!" a trace of triumph flashed across Darrell Huntington’s face.
"But, you might not have the chance to understand the meaning of this statement."
Today, he had prepared a big red coffin!
"I’m sending you a big gift!"
Clap!
He clapped his hands.
Four servants from the Huntington family carried the big red coffin, placing it at the entrance of Picking Star Pavilion.
"Having known each other, are you satisfied?"
Darrell Huntington asked from a superior position.
"Julius Reed, Heavenly Dao is cyclic!"
Nikodem Lee stood up, looking at the big red coffin: "The gift you once gave to Jennifer Lopez, you never imagined it would be used on yourself, right?"
The joy of revenge!
Nikodem Lee was excited!
Since the day Fernando Lee died tragically, without a trace left!
He thought about revenge all the time!
Now, Darrell Huntington made his move!
He invited a director from the Martial Association!
Julius Reed, you’re undoubtedly doomed.
"Today, I also bring you a gift."
Julius Reed took out a wooden board from behind him, placing it on the table.
"What is this?"
"Zahir Huntington..."
Muttering, everyone quickly shut their mouths!
"What?"
Darrell Huntington frowned slightly, quickly walking over!
Only to see, written in gilded large characters—
The spirit tablet of Zahir Huntington!
Spirit tablet!
He actually brought a spirit tablet!
"Julius Reed, you..."
Darrell Huntington was very fond of Zahir Huntington, even viewing him as the successor of the family.
Now that Julius Reed had placed Zahir Huntington’s spirit tablet on the table, how could he not be furious?
"You keep it for yourself!"
Darrell Huntington pointed at the big red coffin: "I’ll send you all the way to the west, even arranging your funeral affairs thoroughly!"
"Not bad!"
Julius Reed slowly walked out, placing the spirit tablet on the coffin.
A gale howled!
Under the Vermilion Bird flag, the big red coffin was especially dazzling.
Julius Reed gently stroked the coffin, seeming quite satisfied.
The spirit tablet, perfectly placed at the front of the coffin.
Undisturbed by the wind.
"Facing death, do you have any regrets?"
Darrell Huntington spoke with the attitude of a victor.
"You surely wouldn’t think that a few useless people from the Martial Association could hold me back, right?"
Julius Reed turned around, looking at Darrell Huntington: "If I were to force you to kneel, would you?"
"As a proud man, how could I kneel to you?"
Darrell Huntington watched Waylon Huntington running over, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"How so?"
He spoke out loud.
"There are dozens of boxes outside, said to be gifts from director Jasper Leopold to you."
Waylon Huntington waved his hand, the bodyguards immediately entered Picking Star Pavilion, lining up in a row.
In their hands, they held wooden boxes.
"The boxes are extraordinarily luxurious, but I don’t know about the contents..."
Waylon Huntington was excited!
This was, after all, a gift from a director of the Martial Association!
"Open them!"
Darrell Huntington smiled and shook his head: "Why didn’t Jasper Leopold deliver them personally?"
"He wished to," Julius Reed turned around, smiling faintly: "but, he couldn’t manage it."
Click!
The boxes were opened.
Darrell Huntington widened his eyes.
His heart, as if in an instant, stopped beating!
"You said you are full of pride," Julius Reed pointed at Darrell Huntington: "today, I will break that pride of yours!"
