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Chapter 893: Chapter 893: Attending the Funeral
After the four women changed their clothes.
Beckett Carmichael was already waiting at the door.
"Is everything ready?"
Julius Reed asked.
"All set! I made quite a few improvements on the previous version. Compared to before, the volume has increased by 30%, the diameter has expanded by 15%, and over thirty details have been perfected,"
Beckett Carmichael said with a grin.
After a night of contemplation, and influenced by Julius Reed’s composed demeanor.
He had an epiphany!
Isn’t life about going a little crazy?
To hell with the Martial Arts Association!
As Darrell Huntington once said, there is always someone better out there.
So what if it’s the Martial Arts Association?
Princes and generals, are they really born with their destinies set?
He decided to just go for it!
Enjoy every moment.
At least he, Mr. Carmichael, had his moments of madness.
"Great! I think they’ll definitely like it,"
Julius Reed nodded in satisfaction.
Behind him, Itai Huntington’s lips were as red as blazing flames, wearing a bright red trench coat that was very festive!
Bamboo Whitaker also found a red outfit from somewhere, looking just like a bridesmaid.
Quella Radcliffe was wearing a red jacket with a pale yellow sweater underneath.
White pants on the bottom, intellectual and mature.
Nelson, however, because she came in a hurry, did not bring her clothes.
Julius Reed casually found a red string to tie into Nelson’s twin ponytails.
A touch of red, enticing.
"This is..."
Beckett Carmichael was stunned.
So festive!
Those unaware would think someone was getting married today.
"Where are we going?"
Quella Radcliffe smiled and looked toward Beckett Carmichael, asking aloud.
Was Julius Reed making them dress so festive because someone familiar in the capital was getting married?
Or were they attending some kind of grand celebration?
"To Huntington Mansion,"
Beckett Carmichael replied truthfully.
"What!"
Itai Huntington was very surprised.
The Huntington family was the eternal pain in her heart!
"Taking you home!"
Julius Reed, sitting in the passenger seat, lowered the window and looked at Itai Huntington, "Don’t you want to go?"
"What’s the occasion today?"
Itai Huntington asked, frowning.
She was unsure what Julius Reed was planning to do at the Huntington family under such delicate circumstances.
"Zahir Huntington’s funeral!"
Saying that, Beckett Carmichael walked to the car behind and opened the door, "Mr. Reed is taking you to attend the funeral."
"Hmm, men,"
Itai Huntington bit her lip, her eyes welling up slightly.
Was this for her?
Possibly.
She turned around and whispered so softly it was almost inaudible, "Thank you."
"A funeral! Dressed like this, won’t we get beaten up?"
Bamboo Whitaker said worriedly, "Aren’t we just asking for trouble?"
Oh, the capital!
A place where notable figures throng and crises lurk.
Although Bamboo Whitaker also came from a prominent family, it was nothing compared to the capital.
"It’s okay, if anyone dares to bully you, I’ll kill them for you,"
Nelson bent down and gently stroked Bamboo Whitaker’s head, "Don’t be afraid."
"Ah!"
Bamboo Whitaker was somewhat timid.
Although she believed Nelson really would kill for her.
This woman, she was ruthless.
...
Huntington Mansion!
White paper lanterns were hanging at the entrance!
Both of the stone lions were also covered with white cloth.
The entire mansion was draped in mourning attire!
At the entrance, luxury cars were everywhere!
Uniformly, all black cars.
The guests were conscientiously dressed in black, with white flowers pinned on their chests, faces carrying grief.
Some who truly could not feel grief slapped themselves hard before entering the door!
Only when tears of pain fell did they dare to go inside.
Vance Huntington stood at the entrance, looking haggard.
His son had died so suddenly!
Just the night before, Darrell Huntington was still talking about handing over the Huntington family to Zahir Huntington.
The next day, Zahir Huntington died violently in his hospital bed.
His death was very painful.
There was nothing peaceful about it.
Hatred!
Vance Huntington felt hatred!
Having a finger cut off was one thing, but Julius Reed, to actually kill his son!
And to do so silently, without a trace, leaving the Huntington family with no evidence to present.
They could only swallow this humiliation in silence.
Fortunately.
Three days later, Charmy Kims would challenge him at Brighton Lake!
By then, Julius Reed would surely die!
"Brother Ouyang, my condolences."
Some guests who were well-acquainted with the Huntington family came over to offer a few words of comfort.
But most remained silent.
At a time like this, a single misstep in conversation could easily invite trouble.
A slip of the tongue can bring great misfortune.
Caution in speech, caution in action.
"Brother Ouyang, that villain will certainly meet his karma!"
The eldest son of the Koller family, Lawrence Koller, came over and hugged Vance Huntington tightly.
"Yes! That villain, to still be alive for three more days!"
Vance Huntington sighed, unable to hide the sorrow in his tone.
The Koller family had always maintained a good relationship with the Huntington family, so conversing wasn’t much of an obstacle.
"That day, thank goodness my son Bryson Stephen was unexpectedly detained, otherwise, he too would have likely fallen victim!"
Lawrence Koller was relieved!
Relieved that something had come up last minute, prompting him to call Bryson Stephen.
Bryson Stephen had just left when an incident occurred in the private room.
It was said that those young masters were threatened with a box of hidden weapons.
Standing on the balcony, they lept down.
"Sigh."
Vance Huntington exhaled deeply, taking out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket.
He lit one in silence.
"How does the Huntington family plan to seek revenge?" 𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
Lawrence’s eyes sparkled with a cold light, "Just give us a heads up, and the Koller family will lend you our full support!"
Julius Reed had once humiliated Bryson Stephen, and Beckett Carmichael nearly killed Lawrence Koller!
Deep hatred!
The Koller family had long wanted to finish off the Carmichael family and consume their assets.
Now hearing that Zahir Huntington’s death was related to Julius Reed, the Koller family was overjoyed.
They planned to use this opportunity to execute a proxy murder!
"With the Martial Arts Association’s involvement, in three days, Julius Reed will definitely die."
Leaning against the wall behind him, Vance Huntington took a deep breath, looking utterly exhausted.
A middle-aged father who had lost his son.
And not just any son, but the future heir to the Huntington family.
Suddenly, with Zahir Huntington’s death, Quella Radcliffe was set to inherit the Huntington family.
Waylon Huntington’s standing rose with the tide.
While he began to be neglected.
Not only does a mother depend on the prestige of her son, but a father does as well.
"Three days is a bit long."
Lawrence Koller shook his head, "Haven’t you thought about getting revenge earlier? If the Martial Arts Association makes a move, even if he dies, he will die with honor!"
The Martial Arts Association is the sacred land of martial arts!
People in the capital were puzzled as to why the Martial Arts Association would send out its vice-president.
To deal with a young man, a senior member taking action should be enough!
If it’s about making a name for oneself, even a standing director could suffice.
The vice-president is a five-star martial artist, second only to the president within the Martial Arts Association.
It seems a bit like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut!
"We’ll see!"
Vance Huntington furrowed his brows, squeezed the cigarette butt tightly in his hand, and flicked it to the ground.
Snuffing it out.
In his eyes, there was resentment!
And anger!
"Take care, I’m going inside to pay my respects."
Lawrence Koller patted his shoulder and strode inside.
"Sigh!"
Vance Huntington took a deep breath, clenching his fists tightly, "Do you all have to capitalize on my son’s death too?"
He was furious!
Angry that even after Zahir Huntington was dead,
Lying in his coffin!
He still had to be used like a tool in others’ schemes.
"Master, nearly everyone has arrived; you should go back in," the butler approached and suggested.
"Alright!"
It was getting late; Vance Huntington checked his watch and turned to go inside.
But suddenly, his gaze fixed on two red cars driving side by side, heading this way!
Those two flashes of red, amidst a sea of black cars, were somewhat jarring!
