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Chapter 895: Chapter 895: Sending a Wreath
At the sight of that group of people at the entrance.
The guests widened their eyes in shock.
Everyone was dressed in black, except for the entrance, which was a blazing red.
Two men and four women, their attire far from ordinary festivity.
And behind them, the Huntington family’s bodyguards holding wreaths, walked with their heads bowed.
Inside the courtyard, a dead silence fell.
Leaving only the sound of the spring breeze rustling the wreaths.
Though early spring was still cold, the foreheads of the elite gathered in the courtyard had already begun to sweat.
"Julius Reed?"
Someone recognized the young man at the door, squinting their eyes tightly.
Many of the businessmen who had attended the Huntington family’s banquet the day before were present.
They knew very clearly why Zahir Huntington had died!
The words Julius had spoken, like rolling Heavenly Thunder, echoed in everyone’s ears.
Poisoned Zahir Huntington with his own hands, forced Darrell Huntington to kneel publicly.
Now, riding high and dressing sharply, he came to the Huntington Mansion, to Zahir Huntington’s funeral!
Was this a provocation?
Or was he so arrogant that he saw nobody else?
Or perhaps, he was flaunting his own masterpiece?
Darrell Huntington’s expression was as still as water, his gaze sharp as a knife, fixed on Julius!
Fury!
Shame!
And a murderous intent!
He wished he could kill Julius right in front of the mourning hall!
Use the head of the adversary to pay homage to Zahir Huntington’s spirit in heaven!
But he couldn’t.
This elder, who had become famous overnight in the capital, clenched his fists tightly.
He stared straight ahead!
Watching Julius Reed, dressed in ceremonial clothes.
At the same time, Julius seemed to sense someone watching him and likewise lifted his head.
Eyes met!
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
The world appeared to narrow to just the two of them.
In their eyes, there was only each other.
"Who is this guy?"
A wealthy merchant who was out of the loop asked.
They originally did not wish to be involved with the Huntington family, nor did they plan to attend any funeral.
But the affairs of the Martial Arts Association had spread throughout the capital yesterday!
Anyone with a bit of insight, with a bit of vision, knew what the Martial Arts Association represented.
The holy land of martial arts in the world...
Though the Martial Arts Association disdained to interfere in the affairs of the wealthy, with the golden signboard of the association to back them up, who would dare to provoke the Huntington family?
The news of a permanent member of the Martial Arts Association personally attending the banquet had already spread.
Despite Jasper Leopold’s death halfway through, the fact that a permanent member had traveled far to personally bring people to the banquet.
In the capital, could a second be found?
Perhaps, but it certainly would not be anyone they knew.
Rumors had it that there were many real large financial groups behind the scenes in the capital!
Organizations as mysterious as the Armin Levis Group, for example, were very likely backed by these people.
But those large financial groups were incredibly discreet.
So discreet that many people were unaware of their existence.
Could it be the status of the Huntington family...
While everyone was speculating, someone spoke out again, "At Zahir Huntington’s funeral, why are these people dressed so festively? What are they up to?"
"Shh!"
His associates quickly covered his mouth, speaking in a hushed tone, "Someone’s causing a scene, don’t make a sound."
Causing a scene.
This wasn’t the first time Julius had done something like this.
Fernando Lee’s funeral, Jennifer Lopez’s wedding.
Who in the capital did not know of these major events?
But knowing was one thing, a significant part of the crowd did not recognize Julius’s true appearance.
They also failed to realize that the young man standing at the entrance was the person who had caused an uproar at the Huntington Mansion the previous night.
But in their eyes, dressing like this was indeed causing a scene.
"Mr. Huntington!"
Finally.
Julius broke the stalemate.
"Hearing of your grandson’s untimely demise, I especially brought a wreath to express my condolences," he said, standing atop the entrance steps, smiling faintly.
Facing a thousand staring eyes, he felt no discomfort whatsoever.
"You bother yourself too much!"
Darrell Huntington said with a cold laugh.
The murderer, also daring to bring a wreath?
"However, today my Huntington family does not welcome you!"
As his words fell, nearly a hundred bodyguards swiftly emerged.
These men stood blocking the entrance, not intending to let Julius Reed advance even half a step!
"I had long heard about Fernando Lee and Jennifer Lopez’s affair, and therefore, I had to be cautious!"
Darrell Huntington said with a cold laugh.
Hundreds of people!
A murderous aura filled the air!
Inside the courtyard, a deathly silence reigned.
The guests trembled, not uttering a sound.
They watched as Julius Reed stood on the steps, composed.
They watched as Darrell Huntington was filled with a murderous intent, his presence overwhelming!
On one side was a young and newly rising power in the capital, the other a local tycoon with deep connections to the Martial Association!
A clash between the two was bound to create sparks!
Seeing is believing.
Today, these guests came to know just how arrogant Julius Reed really was.
In almost everyone’s mind, it was clear that Zahir Huntington indeed met his end at the hands of Julius Reed.
A murderer attending to pay respects was no longer just a humiliation.
"Grandfather, let me deal with him."
Anson Huntington stepped out of the crowd and strode toward the entrance.
Darrell Huntington did not stop him!
He knew his grandson’s capabilities better than anyone else.
Years of training had turned Anson Huntington into the sharpest weapon of the Huntington family.
And today’s occasion was the perfect moment for him to make a name for himself!
With the backing of the Martial Association’s influence, the Huntington family needed to display its power.
Let the people of the capital see just how strong Anson Huntington really was!
"Julius Reed, we meet again!"
Upon reaching the entrance, Anson Huntington wore a hint of a smile on his face.
"Should I make a move, or will you take the initiative to leave."
Guests are to be respected, that is the cultivation of a great family.
Today, even though Anson Huntington planned to take action, in front of the capital’s elite, he could only hold back a bit.
At the same time, he was hoping that Julius Reed would decline.
That way, he would have a chance to make a name for himself!
Lying low for three years, painstakingly training.
Was this not the opportunity he had been working towards?
"I am here to offer incense."
Julius Reed pointed towards the ancestral hall, "Since I’ve come all this way, I should at least have a look."
"I’ve said it, you are not welcome here!"
Anson Huntington’s mouth twitched with an imperceptible smile.
Finally, he could move into action legitimately.
Last time, the Huntington family was restrained and he could not showcase his full strength.
They had to swallow their anger.
Now the tables had turned and the adversary had delivered himself to the doorstep; how could he let this opportunity slip by?
The challenge issued to Heavenly Thunder had brought Julius Reed’s reputation to its peak!
This was, without a doubt, a great opportunity to become famous!
If not now, then when?
"This is a stele!"
Julius Reed paid no mind to Anson Huntington’s attitude, but instead gestured.
Immediately, a stele was brought up behind him.
The name inscribed on it was no secret; it was definitely prepared for Zahir Huntington.
"Thank you for your kindness!"
Anson Huntington walked up to the stele and gently caressed it.
The stele was thick, about ten centimeters.
However, as he placed his hand on the stele, he began to slowly exert force.
Crack!
Within half a minute, the stele shattered into fragments.
It reduced to rubble.
Powerful!
The onlookers inhaled sharply.
They said Anson Huntington was crazy, but this sort of crazy was a bit too formidable!
"Get lost! Otherwise, your fate will be no different from this stele."
Anson Huntington spread his hand open, gently blowing the powder away.
PS: So sleepy, 1:30 a.m.
Only managed two Chapters.
Will add three more in the morning, aiming for five Chapters today.
In the future, will try to maintain five Chapters.
Then gradually return to regular updates.
Recently got some rest, have been updating four Chapters consistently, sorry.
I will look at everyone’s suggestions and consider them accordingly.
