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Chapter 890: Chapter 890: Why Are You So Loud?
Beckett Carmichael listened, his heart surging with emotion.
Half a month, huh...
He was somewhat looking forward to seeing the state of the Huntington family in half a month.
Since coming to the capital, Julius Reed had never broken his word.
"Julius Reed, you are far too arrogant!"
Darrell Huntington’s face darkened as if it could wring out water.
He had just suffered the loss of his beloved grandson, and now he was threatened in public.
One could imagine the fury within him.
If not for business today, would he have come to this humiliation willingly?
Although he came prepared, facing it head-on now was still somewhat unbearable!
But, fortunately, he would soon have his revenge.
Endure!
Darrell Huntington took a deep breath, constantly reminding himself to keep his anger in check.
"Arrogant, am I?"
Julius Reed smiled, raising a hand and pointing at Darrell Huntington, "A man’s word is his bond, if I say I’ll drive you to your death, you better believe you’ll be driven to your death! You have half a month; make sure to pick out a nice plot for your grave, and buy a fine coffin. Eat what you should eat, drink what you should drink, leave no regrets behind."
"You..."
Darrell Huntington was so angry that his whole body trembled.
Who was he?
The Family Head of the Huntington family, a presence none of the four major families of the capital dared to slight!
And now, he was being threatened like this!
Humiliation!
"You’ll regret this!"
He said with a laugh tinged with extreme anger, "Though you indulge in a moment of verbal satisfaction, I will engrave it in my memory! I am here today with an important matter to inform you of!"
The thought of what he was about to say brought a smug look to Darrell Huntington’s face!
Let’s see how long you can keep up your arrogance?
Indeed, still too young!
Tall trees catch much wind, the rigid are easily broken!
Young man, why don’t you understand the need for restraint?
"Julius Reed, you have successfully brought disaster upon yourself!"
He said with a smile.
"Oh? They say no one visits a temple without a cause, so Mr. Huntington, after the loss of your grandson, instead of managing the funeral at home, what brings you here today?"
Julius Reed settled back onto the sofa, hands resting on either side, legs crossed.
His eyes were coldly focused ahead.
"In the entire capital, you Julius Reed are the first to speak to Mr. Huntington this way!"
Rich merchants complained indignantly.
"Do you really think you’re someone special? There are always people stronger than you, heavens higher than you! There are worlds you, Julius Reed, do not know, much larger than you can imagine!"
"Young men who don’t know restraint will ultimately suffer! You’ll have to pay for your arrogance!"
All of them were guests who had dined at the Huntington household in the afternoon.
At that time, all had knelt and begged for mercy, even forced to confront Darrell Huntington.
It could be said that for Darrell Huntington’s public humiliation, these men had played no small part.
Now with their lives out of danger and conscious of their plight, one by one, they came along to back him up!
Another reason that prompted these men to visit was the impending action of the Martial Arts Association!
"Speak quickly, my time is limited."
Julius Reed lifted his teacup, impatiently speaking.
"You..."
The merchants felt humiliated!
In the whole capital, there were but a few who dared to sit before Darrell Huntington in such a manner.
"No matter!"
Darrell Huntington stopped them with a gesture, sneering, "Julius Reed, I am here today to present a challenge to you on behalf of the Martial Arts Association!"
"The Martial Arts Association?"
Clatter!
Upon hearing the name, Beckett Carmichael’s hand shook, and his teacup fell to the ground.
That was the sacred land of martial artists worldwide!
"Is it the Martial Arts Association?"
He asked out loud, even doubting if he had misheard.
Everyone knew the Huntington family had deep roots, but if they had connections with the Martial Arts Association, that would be terrifying.
"Correct!" 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Seeing Beckett Carmichael lose his composure gave Darrell Huntington great satisfaction.
The previous humiliation was wiped clean in an instant.
Strength in a moment is not true strength.
Only those who are strong at the end are the true victors.
"The Vice President of the Martial Arts Association, Master Charmy Kims, has issued you a personal challenge!"
After Darrell Huntington finished speaking, the merchants behind him immediately took out their phones.
They wanted to record the image of Julius Reed in panic.
That was the Martial Arts Association, after all!
To ordinary people, it was an entity as unattainable as a War God.
Beyond reach.
I’m out of your league.
Even Beckett Carmichael, one of the four great families of the capital, became somewhat disconcerted upon hearing about the Martial Arts Association.
Let alone a young man?
In the eyes of the wealthy merchants, Julius Reed’s biggest backing was his connection with Beckett Carmichael.
But to their disappointment, Julius Reed’s face remained calm and composed.
It was as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
"You... didn’t hear what I said?"
Darrell Huntington’s eyebrows knitted slightly.
Dressed in mourning clothes, he stood out starkly in the room.
"I’m not deaf."
Julius Reed spoke indifferently.
The teacup in his hand was very steady, each sip taken with ease.
His expression was unchanged.
No fluctuations.
The merchants couldn’t help but wonder to themselves.
Was it the ignorance of the fearless?
Or did the death of Jasper Leopold have nothing to do with Julius Reed?
"I’m saying, the vice president of the Martial Arts Association, wants to challenge you personally! Do you dare to accept the challenge?"
Darrell Huntington raised his voice, shouting loudly.
Whoosh!
Julius Reed casually flicked his wrist, and the scalding hot tea splashed onto Darrell’s face.
Pain!
The tea was very hot!
Hiss!
Darrell Huntington gasped sharply, his eyes tightly shut.
In just an instant, his face turned red, his fists clenched.
That was nearly boiling water!
"Speak if you want to speak, why yell so loudly? Didn’t you see a room full of women, if you scare them, can you afford the consequences?"
Julius Reed tossed the teacup onto a wooden table nearby, his face full of displeasure.
Inside the mansion, there was dead silence.
That was... Darrell Huntington!
He was representing the Martial Arts Association to deliver a challenge!
But.
He had hot tea splashed on his face.
Was this showing disrespect to the Huntington family, or to the Martial Arts Association?
If arrogance needs capital,
Then what exactly was Julius Reed relying on to bolster such confidence?
No one spoke.
No one dared.
After all, they acted tough in front of the weak and weak in the face of the strong.
Now even Darrell Huntington, who came to deliver a message for the Martial Arts Association, had hot water splashed on his face.
Would they embarrass themselves?
"You... dared to splash me?"
Darrell Huntington laughed furiously, "I’m here to deliver a message on behalf of the Martial Arts Association! Does splashing hot water on me mean you have no respect for the Martial Arts Association at all?"
Shifting the blame!
Since he dared to provoke him, then he couldn’t blame him for being merciless!
The reputation of the Martial Arts Association was indeed formidable!
"Mr. Reed, you mustn’t be fooled! Don’t speak carelessly!"
Beckett Carmichael was a smart man, how could he not understand what Darrell Huntington meant?
He quickly interjected, his forehead covered in sweat.
The Martial Arts Association!
Untouchable!
The creatures within it were all monstrosities!
"But he has already proven it with his actions, hasn’t he?"
Darrell Huntington glanced at the phone behind him, smiling faintly, "Your actions are no doubt a show of contempt for the Martial Arts Association!"
The scheme succeeded.
How satisfying!
That kneeling in the afternoon seemed unimportant now.
If today’s incident was handled properly, it could even drag the Carmichael family down with him!
Once Julius Reed is eliminated by the Martial Arts Association, and the Marthew Abernathy Corporation goes bankrupt,
No one in the capital will remember his kneeling in the afternoon!
Because he, Darrell Huntington, will be the victor!
"You brought a bunch of cell phones, are you trying to record me disrespecting the Martial Arts Association?"
Julius Reed laughed as he stood up, straightened out his shirt, and loosened the buttons at his cuffs!
Smack!
He swung his hand, slapping it across Darrell Huntington’s still smiling face.
"I hate being threatened the most! Go back and tell that so-called Martial Arts Association, if they dare set foot in the capital, I’ll make sure they won’t leave alive."
