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Chapter 894: Chapter 894: Any Objections?
Funeral, mourning.
Black is the basic tone.
Especially since this funeral is from the Huntington family.
For Darrell Huntington’s beloved grandson, Zahir Huntington.
Everyone in the capital knows that the Huntington family has deep ties with the Martial Arts Association.
Even challenges from the Martial Arts Association must go through Darrell Huntington.
Savvy businessmen decided to seize this opportunity to please Darrell Huntington.
With the support of the Martial Arts Association, very few in the mortal world can contend with the Huntington family.
They are not fools, and some even came here early this morning.
Full of sincerity!
Fearing that being slow to pick sides would lead to retribution later on.
But now, there are two red sedans parked at the entrance.
Unaware of their impending doom?
Rage began to rise in Vance Huntington’s heart.
Today is his son’s funeral!
No matter who it is, anyone who dares to show such disrespect will not be let off lightly!
"Butler."
He called out softly.
The courtyard outside the Huntington Mansion was already filled with vehicles.
Due to the timing, the guests had already entered the courtyard.
There were no bystanders outside.
"Master, what is it?"
The butler hurried over to Vance Huntington, "The young master’s funeral is about to begin, please go inside."
He spoke carefully,
fearing that a single wrong word might bring disaster upon him.
"Do you see those two cars?"
Vance Huntington pointed to the red sedans parked not far away, his eyes burning with anger, "Find someone, smash them."
"Understood!"
The butler’s expression darkened, and he immediately gathered people.
Among the hundreds of black cars, these two red cars really stood out!
Unaware of their impending doom?
Or just brainless!
"Where are the people?"
The butler called out for instructions.
"Break their legs and dump them on the street,"
Vance Huntington gave a brief glance at the two red cars and turned to enter the mansion.
Inside, Zahir Huntington’s funeral was about to begin.
"Butler Wind, what’s the matter?"
After Vance Huntington left, a dozen bodyguards quickly surrounded the butler.
"Some fool brought a red car to the young master’s funeral to mourn, isn’t that asking for death?"
The butler frowned and pointed at the two red cars, "Come, let’s go take a look."
No matter who was inside those cars, they were bound to be unlucky today.
It was their misfortune, especially before the arrival of the Martial Arts Association in the capital, to provoke the Huntington family.
Under normal circumstances, the Huntington family might not have responded so aggressively,
but now, from Darrell Huntington to the security guards at the gate, all were bursting with aggressive energy!
Martial Arts Association!
A prestigious name!
Families connected to the Martial Arts Association are rarely dared to be provoked in the capital.
"Butler Wind, what were the instructions from above?"
The bodyguards asked with a malicious grin.
The Huntington family today is no longer what it was yesterday!
All the celebrities of the capital are trying to please them.
Those once haughty businessmen now need to smile when they come to the Huntington Mansion,
In the whole capital, aside from the Huntington family, which other major family can achieve this?
That is the confidence.
The confidence of a powerful house!
"Instructions from above: smash the cars, break their legs, and throw them on the street,"
The butler said expressionlessly.
Behind him, a group of bodyguards were seething with murderous intent.
Thud!
By the time they reached the red cars, the vehicles had just parked.
"Get out!"
The butler knocked on the car window, impatiently saying, "Hurry up!"
His bodyguards immediately split into two groups, completely surrounding the area.
Several of them held steel pipes, ready to smash the cars.
Unlike before, ever since learning about the connection between the Huntington family and the Martial Arts Association,
the bodyguards also became disdainful of others.
The entire Huntington Mansion was filled with an arrogant breeze,
Having somewhat of an ’I am the best in the world’ vibe.
The car door slowly opened.
A middle-aged man wearing sunglasses got out of the car, frowning and asked, "What’s going on?"
"Today is Young Master Huntington’s funeral, what do you mean by driving a red car here?"
The butler asked coldly, raising his hand at the same time.
Behind him, the bodyguards produced steel pipes, ready to smash the car.
First smash the car, then beat the people.
"I need your approval for what car I drive? The family doesn’t have money; we have just two cars, both red. Is that a problem?"
The man waved his hand impatiently, "Scram! Don’t block the way!"
"Is that so?"
The butler sneered.
Backed by the Martial arts association, Vance Huntington spoke.
In the capital, aside from a few overlords, he had no reservations today.
"Then do you mind if I smash your car?"
Having said that, the butler slowly lowered his right hand.
Ready to smash the car!
"I do!"
The man took off his sunglasses and said with a smile, "Try smashing it."
"CEO... CEO Carmichael!"
The person in front of him was the chairman of Marthew Abernathy Group!
Beckett Carmichael.
The butler was momentarily stunned.
Regardless, the Carmichaels were still one of the four great families.
He couldn’t afford to provoke them!
Even if the Huntington family had the backing of the Martial arts association.
To deal with Beckett Carmichael, it would have to be a core member of the Huntington family.
After all, he was just a butler.
A servant!
The bodyguards holding the steel pipes also froze in place.
Cold sweat streamed down their foreheads.
If they really smashed Beckett Carmichael’s car, they would be in big trouble.
Everyone in the capital knows of Beckett Carmichael’s fiery temper.
"Knowing we were coming, did Darrell Huntington arrange a welcome?"
Just then, the passenger door was pushed open.
Julius Reed stepped out of the car, looking around.
"Tell Darrell Huntington, I accept this gesture."
He pointed at the trunk, "Additionally, that is my gift to the Huntington family. You guys help carry it."
"This..."
The butler was at a loss.
Yesterday, Julius Reed had shown his might at Huntington Mansion, which he had witnessed firsthand.
The man who had forced Darrell Huntington to kneel publicly and made the vice president of the Martial arts association personally intervene was not someone they could afford to provoke.
"Can’t you hear Mr. Reed’s words?"
Beckett Carmichael’s expression darkened, pointing at the already opened trunk, "The Huntington family, surely lacking in manners!"
"Go!"
The butler felt immense pressure.
Regardless, they had no way to defy Beckett Carmichael’s order.
When gods fight, mortals suffer.
"Yes..."
Seeing the butler speak, the bodyguards immediately went to the trunk of the car.
Inside, there was a white wreath.
And a memorial tablet.
"Be careful, don’t damage it!"
Beckett Carmichael shouted sternly.
Meanwhile, from the second red sedan, four women descended.
Dressed festively!
They looked more like they were here for a wedding, not a funeral.
But they dared not say or ask.
They could only silently carry the wreath, following behind Beckett Carmichael and Julius Reed.
As for how the two sides would clash, that was a matter for the higher-ups.
It was irrelevant to these lower rungs.
"Has everyone arrived?"
Beckett Carmichael asked, tilting his head.
"All here! Nearly all the celebrities of the capital have rushed over."
The butler, sweating profusely, still had to respond to Beckett Carmichael.
"Ah! I’m late!"
Beckett Carmichael sighed and said no more.
Inside the courtyard.
Less than ten minutes until the funeral began.
Darrell Huntington stood in the center, his expression mournful.
Behind him, the celebrities of the capital lined up on both sides.
Forming a procession hundreds of meters long.
"Look, who is that!"
A cry of surprise rose.
Everyone looked up, their eyes turning towards the entrance.
