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Chapter 898: Chapter 898: How Well-Done
"Dad, after all these years, don’t you have nightmares?"
Itai Huntington walked over, her eyes brimming with intense hatred.
"Don’t you dream of mother’s face? After sharing a bed with you for so many years, just because I am a daughter, and that woman outside gave you a son, you couldn’t wait to sweep us out of the house?"
"But mother didn’t even close her eyes before she died! She didn’t even have a decent coffin! She was just left lying on the street!"
"Blood was everywhere, can’t you see it?"
"Have your eyes gone blind, has your heart also gone blind?"
Facing her own father, Itai Huntington smiled bitterly through tears, "For so many years, I have been haunted by the face of my mother! It won’t fade away! Dad, do you really not feel any regret, any guilt at all? She was your wedded wife!"
"Shut up!"
Vance Huntington’s face changed drastically!
This was the shame of the Huntington family!
It was the stain of his life!
But what could be done?
Should the grand family business be handed over to a woman?
Impossible!
Anson Huntington was born with an extraordinary bloodline, possessing immense strength!
But he simply could not live past thirty!
What could Vance Huntington do?
Either live an ordinary life with his wedded wife and Itai Huntington,
Or find another woman outside, have a son with her, and then inherit the Huntington family business!
Become the Family Head and revitalize the clan!
No one can resist the temptation of benefits.
Under Darrell Huntington’s hints, Vance Huntington devised this scheme, driving his wife and daughter out of the house.
Regrets?
He had regrets!
He regretted not killing Itai Huntington as well!
Now, he was almost certain that Zahir Huntington’s death was engineered by Itai Huntington and that wild man outside, for revenge!
Otherwise, why would the Huntington family, usually so discreet, end up completely discredited?
"You want me to shut up?"
With a cold sneer, Itai Huntington looked disdainfully at her father: "Vance Huntington, you’re not even a man! You’re less than a woman! Until her dying breath, mother kept reminding me that you had your difficulties. And what about you? While the body of your wedded wife was still warm, you brought Zahir Huntington’s mother and son into the house!"
She walked up to Zahir Huntington’s spirit tablet, looking at her half-brother’s body inside the glass coffin.
Laughing loudly she said, "Heavenly Dao is a cycle, who can be spared by fate? Once you schemed desperately to have a son, and now... Haha, he has turned into a cold corpse!"
"You!"
Vance Huntington trembled with fury: "Say that again!"
"He’s dead, and this funeral is so grandiose!"
Itai Huntington slowly walked around the coffin, "Thousands come to mourn, this coffin, this spirit hall, these wreaths, and all these people filling the courtyard!"
At that point, she bowed her head and wept bitterly: "Back then, my mother was wrapped in a mat and taken away by you all! Why? Why?"
The courtyard of the Huntington family was silent as the grave.
"Then he doesn’t need a coffin, either."
Julius Reed walked over, a smile on his face as he placed a finger on the coffin: "Perhaps I can interpret it to mean that the Huntington family, doesn’t have this custom."
He turned to Vance Huntington: "Your wife didn’t deserve a coffin, and this son who came later doesn’t deserve one either."
Crack!
The words had barely left his mouth.
Cracks appeared on the glass coffin, spreading like a spiderweb!
"This... This is bulletproof glass! Even if you hit it with a weapon box, it wouldn’t crack like this!"
Someone exclaimed.
The Huntington family’s choice of a coffin was naturally the finest!
This sort of coffin is common in their circle.
Bulletproof glass, incredibly hard.
Safe and aesthetically pleasing.
Makes it convenient for guests to view the departed one last time.
But now, this coffin...
It was actually cracking?
"Stop it!"
Darrell Huntington shouted angrily: "The dead deserve respect! Julius Reed, if you dare to continue this insolence, I will fight you to the death even if it costs me my life!"
How dare someone damage his grandson’s funeral, even the Martial Arts Council wouldn’t be able to question him.
"The dead deserve respect?"
Julius Reed sneered coldly, staring intently at Darrell Huntington.
"Then why didn’t Itai Huntington’s mother even get a coffin?"
"And you, why did you suggest to Vance Huntington back then, to kick this mother and daughter out of the house?"
"I have just one question, when Itai Huntington’s mother died, was she not still part of your Huntington family, and why was she wrapped in a mat and taken away?"
Crack!
The words had barely left his mouth!
The glass coffin exploded violently!
Shards scattered everywhere.
Zahir Huntington’s body was already distorted, his head twisted to one side.
"Since you dare to make their lives miserable while alive, let Zahir Huntington find no peace in death either!"
Julius Reed pointed at Darrell Huntington, enunciating each word clearly.
The guests were already stunned!
With just a finger, he shattered a glass coffin — what kind of strength was that?
Now, they looked forward even more to the decisive battle tomorrow!
"You dare..."
Darrell Huntington’s eyes filled with veins, blood-red with anger!
He trembled as he reached out his hand, feeling a surge of blood and energy in his chest.
"I already have."
Julius Reed said lightly with a smile.
Deathly silence!
In front of the spirit hall, there was no sound of a bird.
The stifling atmosphere made everyone’s breath shorten!
Their hearts, thumping non-stop!
"Father, when you swept us out of the house back then, did you ever think there would be a day like today?"
Itai Huntington was exhilarated!
The anger and hatred that had been pent up for years were now unleashed!
"Rebel daughter!"
Slap!
Vance Huntington’s hand streaked out, landing a vicious slap on Itai Huntington’s face.
"You whore, you even covet your own brother’s corpse!"
He was furious!
"With this slap, our father-daughter bond is severed, our obligations and affections dissolved."
Itai Huntington smiled happily.
Even though her face was reddened from the slap.
"Harlot!"
Slap!
Another slap followed!
"This slap, I will return to you, with interest."
Itai Huntington, covering her face, spoke with a smile.
"You are welcome to try!"
Vance Huntington scoffed bitterly, wishing he could slay his own daughter!
After he finished speaking, a group of bodyguards rushed over from behind him.
They surrounded Itai Huntington.
"If you make a move, I’ll kill you!"
His lips twitched, his gaze sharp as needles!
"Nelson."
Julius Reed softly called out, "Starting now, if anyone dares to lay a finger on Itai Huntington, they will be killed without mercy!"
"Alright!"
Nelson stepped forward, his expression cold and impassive.
"Are you relying on a mere woman?"
Vance Huntington laughed loudly, "Julius Reed, do you really think my Huntington family has no..."
Crack!
Before he could finish, Nelson snapped a Vermilion Bird banner in half!
Then, he hurled it fiercely!
Crack crack crack...
A series of snapping sounds were incessant to the ear.
On both sides of the road, hundreds of banners were all severed midway!
They carpeted the ground.
The cut ends were neat and tidy.
"This..."
The crowd was stunned.
Was this the act of a human?
Slap!
Itai Huntington slapped Vance Huntington’s face in retaliation: "Before mother died, I swore! I will definitely make you kneel in front of her spirit tablet, for three days and three nights!"
After saying this, she turned around.
And left with great strides.
"You must be familiar with this dagger."
After she had left, Julius Reed took out Isabella Warm’s dagger from his bosom, the very tool once framed upon Itai Huntington and her mother by Darrell Huntington.
Clang!
He threw the dagger on the ground.
"Within a fortnight, I will come to collect it myself. And when I do, I will take Darrell Huntington’s head along with it."
Having said this, Julius Reed walked away with long strides.
As nonchalantly as he had arrived.
"This dagger..."
Darrell Huntington’s heart trembled violently!
But just as Julius Reed and his party arrived at the door, the wreath that was placed beside the coffin began to blink red!
A countdown!
"There’s a bomb!"
The guests instantly erupted into chaos!
A timed explosive!
"No!"
With blood-red eyes, Zahir Huntington wanted to rush over to protect Anson Huntington’s body!
"Father, run quickly!"
Waylon Huntington grabbed him and desperately pushed him away to safety.
The countdown came to an end.
The place went silent.
All eyes were fixed on the wreath.
Hearts hung in throats.
Whoosh!
A firework soared out!
Exploding in the air!
A myriad of stars shimmered, spelling out four large characters.
’Happy Funeral’.
The wreath then began to play music.
It was festive, with wind and percussion instruments.
"A false alarm!"
Everyone’s legs shook, all covered in cold sweat.
Thankfully, it was just a prank.
And those with taut nerves could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Boom!
But before they could catch their breath.
Anson Huntington’s memorial hall was flipped over by a blaze!
There was nothing left of the body.
Outside, Julius Reed covered Quella Radcliffe’s ears, laughing as he looked at Beckett Carmichael: "Guess how well done it is?"
PS: 7,000 words, the update is complete.
Some people ask me why there were only four updates before, but today there are five.
Five updates, I’ve been writing since seven in the morning until twelve.
Seven updates require more than eight hours sitting in front of the computer, typing continuously.
With 24 hours minus work and sleep time, I don’t have eight hours left.
I’m trying my best to update, doing my best not to let down those who support and understand me.
Wish everyone a happy weekend.
