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Chapter 896: 896 Chapter Condolences
Three years ago, the people from the capital knew only of a madman from the Huntington family.
But they didn’t know that this madman was named Anson Huntington.
It wasn’t until Anson Huntington struck and injured several sons of prominent families, creating an uproar in the capital.
Pressed by the pressure, the Huntington family sent Anson Huntington away for three years.
It was then that the capital came to know that the Huntington family had not only Zahir Huntington but also Anson Huntington.
In the past, Zahir had been treated as the core member to be nurtured, enjoying unlimited glory.
Whereas Anson was called the madman, he didn’t even deserve to have a name.
Now.
With Zahir dead, Anson had to be pushed to the forefront.
This was also the first time he demonstrated his abilities to the people of the capital.
Three years!
A full three years.
He practiced day and night, finally slaughtering his sect before the agreed day arrived.
Descending the mountain, returning home.
When the stele shattered into chunks, scattering on the ground,
The eyes of hundreds of the capital’s rich merchants filled with nothing but shock!
It wasn’t something human strength could achieve.
That was marble!
A marble ten centimeters thick, so casually crushed into pieces?
And it seemed that Anson Huntington hardly exerted any effort.
With the Martial Arts Association backing them from the outside, and a powerhouse like Anson Huntington within,
The Huntington family appeared set to rise overnight!
Many people realized only at this moment that the madman truly had the capital to be mad.
"Your body is in good shape."
Julius Reed glanced at the crushed tombstone, saying indifferently, "Yesterday you took a hidden weapon to the leg, yet today you can walk like a normal person. You recover quickly."
Although Anson Huntington seemed to struggle a bit walking, being able to recover to this extent in less than a day was an extraordinary physical condition.
Reminded by him, the people in the courtyard then turned their gazes to Anson Huntington’s leg. 𝓷ℴ𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝒸𝓸𝓶
Each of them opened their mouths wide in astonishment.
It’s said that bone injuries take a hundred days to heal. For an ordinary person, they would definitely have to lie in bed and recuperate.
Yet Anson Huntington could walk freely and crush a stone stele with his bare hands?
"A small injury,"
Anson Huntington said with a smile on his face: "But did you hear me when I told you to scram?"
"I heard."
Julius Reed nodded, his face expressionless as he replied, "But, you don’t have the right to say that."
"The right?"
Anson Huntington raised an eyebrow, slowly extending his hand and then clenching it into a fist, "Take a look at this, is this good enough?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than hundreds of bodyguards immediately surrounded them!
The Huntington family’s courtyard was filled with a deadly aura!
The elites of the capital all held their breath.
Would the Huntington family, backed by the Martial Arts Association, make their move today?
"Indeed, the fist is the truth, but yours isn’t hard enough."
Julius Reed shook his head and chuckled, pointing at Anson Huntington’s calloused hand: "To make it qualify, first, your fist has to be harder than mine!"
From ancient times, the fist has always signified truth.
But a fist that isn’t hard enough,
is useless.
"Then I must experience for myself to see how hard your fist is..."
Crack!
Before he could finish his sentence, Julius Reed violently threw a punch!
Quickly retracting his hand.
The speed was like lightning.
So fast that many people didn’t even see what happened.
This fight was already decided.
"Does the Huntington family not understand etiquette?"
Julius Reed pushed aside the pale-faced Anson Huntington and walked up to the bodyguards: "I came here in person to pay respects, yet your Huntington family won’t even let me light a stick of incense?"
Within the vast courtyard, his voice continued to echo.
Behind him.
Anson Huntington trembled, his lips devoid of color.
Early spring wasn’t warm, but his clothes were soaked through in a short time.
At his right hand, the fist hung uncontrollably from his wrist.
His knuckles were shattered.
"Make way!"
Julius Reed spoke softly.
There was no response.
The Huntington family was silent, and so were the guests present.
The bodyguards were likewise silent.
"I am on good terms with Zahir Huntington, and I must place this incense today!"
Having said that, he took a step forward.
His right hand rested on the shoulder of the bodyguard in front of him.
He pressed down hard!
Crack!
As the sound of breaking bones echoed, the bodyguard knelt on the ground, howling in pain.
His entire arm was almost crushed.
Then, before the others could react,
The second bodyguard also knelt down!
Emotions of fear and unease began to spread.
They had seen strong individuals before.
But even among the strong, few could disable a person’s arm with such ease.
It appeared as though the young man before them hardly exerted any force at all.
"If the Huntington family doesn’t mind, I will use the bodies of these people here to pave this path,"
Julius Reed said as he pointed at nearly a hundred bodyguards before him: "That way, Zahir Huntington won’t be lonely in the netherworld."
A sacrificial burial?
Hearing these words, the bodyguards trembled.
They knew Julius Reed was strong, so strong that even Darrell Huntington had been forced to kneel.
But without Darrell Huntington’s command, how could they dare retreat even half a step?
"Julius Reed, I admire your confidence!"
Darrell Huntington’s face was as pale as death itself!
His grandsons, both of them.
The one hailed as the future hope of the Huntington family was already lying in a coffin.
Despite the beautician’s makeup, his pre-mortem agony was still evident.
The other one, Anson Huntington, who was supposed to be discarded after use to make way for Zahir, was now standing in place, motionless.
Originally, Anson Huntington had intended to make a stunning debut!
But now, it seemed that before he could even open his mouth to crow, someone had already caught his throat!
Even with the support of the Martial Arts Association behind them, the Huntington family’s prestige was still in tatters today.
"Julius Reed, do you truly believe you can walk away unhurt against hundreds of my Huntington family?"
Darrell Huntington shouted aloud, "Today, anyone who can injure this man, even leaving just a scratch, will be rewarded ten million!"
With a high bounty came bravery!
The Huntington family had money and people!
Even though Darrell Huntington was very aware that they cannot kill Julius Reed right now, any embarrassment suffered was still preferable.
Many bodyguards were already itching to move.
Ten million!
An astronomical figure.
And all just for leaving a mark.
They only hoped that their daggers could graze Julius Reed’s body so they could take home the ten million reward.
And live a good life.
Whoosh!
Hundreds of people instantly surrounded Julius Reed.
"Will big brother be alright?"
Bamboo Whitaker stood at the doorway, asking anxiously.
"He will be fine."
Quella Radcliffe patted her head: "Your Boss Davenport always knows his limits when he acts."
Although she reassured others with her words, her eyes were full of concern.
Concerned that Julius Reed might get hurt.
"Relax."
The usually reticent Nelson snorted softly: "These people are not enough for him to bother with."
Hearing her say that reassured Bamboo Whitaker.
Itai Huntington, however, stared intently at Julius Reed’s silhouette, her thoughts inscrutable.
"Julius Reed!"
Darrell Huntington shouted his name: "You come to my Huntington house to cause trouble; you should know what the consequences will be!"
As he spoke, those bodyguards drew their knives.
"We had an agreement for the day after tomorrow, for me to fight the vice-president of the Martial Arts Association."
Julius Reed stood with his hands clasped behind his back, speaking indifferently: "If I get injured because of this, and the vice-president of the Martial Arts Association fights with the injured party, surely that victory will shine brightly!"
