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Chapter 957: Chapter 957 Just Asking for Car Fare
"Who’s there!"
Darrell Huntington’s heart skipped a beat.
He whirled around, eyes fixed on what lay ahead!
Who would dare to smash the Huntington family’s gate in the dead of night?
"Stop him!"
"Yes, sir!"
The bodyguards quickly drew their weapons from their waists and sprinted toward the entrance.
An air of murderous intent!
All of these men were skilled fighters and were the very attendants Darrell Huntington planned to take with him to Lopez’s river.
Their original plan was to kill their target and then leave immediately.
As a precaution for the journey, each one carried a box of hidden weapons and a dagger.
Nine hundred and fifty meters!
The bodyguards charged forth and soon appeared at the entrance.
Before them stood a man.
The man wore a duckbill cap, hands clasped behind his back, head slightly bowed.
"Take him out!"
As a longtime confidant of Darrell Huntington, he was well aware of the importance of tonight.
If someone caused trouble, they could be executed without further ado!
Smack!
Before he could open his hidden weapon box, all he saw was a blur in front of his eyes.
Then.
The weapon box was pressed against his head.
One step, two steps.
As the underboss raised his hands and stepped back three times,
the weapon box clicked.
A muffled thud.
Blood splattered.
In the pitch-black courtyard, the only light came from the sparks as darts struck the stone tiles.
The silenced sounds of a dozen hidden weapon boxes, like a symphony, rose and fell throughout the yard.
Five seconds later, only a single shadow remained.
"Who are you!"
Darrell Huntington was utterly horrified.
The newcomer was up to no good!
"This is the Huntington household, how dare you cause a disturbance?"
He bellowed, eyes fixed on the shadow.
It seemed somewhat familiar.
"I’m just here to collect some money, but your men pointed their hidden weapon boxes at me."
The stranger spoke indifferently, "As it happens, I don’t like being pointed at."
Nine hundred and fifty meters!
In less than five seconds, the shadow had reached Darrell Huntington’s face.
"Are you... are you human or ghost!"
Darrell Huntington instinctively pulled out a golden hidden weapon box from his chest, trembling as he aimed it at the shadow, "Move again, and I’ll kill you with this weapon box!"
Too fast!
He hadn’t even seen what had happened, and the intruder was already standing in front of him!
"Deluding yourself, is it interesting?"
Whoosh!
The shadow made a sudden move, snatching the golden hidden weapon box away, "Haven’t the corpses at the entrance taught you anything?"
Rustle!
Just then, a group of people burst in from outside.
"Grandfather!" 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
The leader was Anson Huntington.
Hearing the sounds of the weapon boxes, he immediately led the Huntington family bodyguards over.
But as soon as he entered, he saw Darrell Huntington with a weapon box pressed to his head.
"Who!"
Anson Huntington shouted fiercely, his body radiating killing intent.
"Just a taxi driver, coming to collect his fare."
Julius Reed took off his duckbill cap and casually tossed it on the ground.
He found the hat more annoying the longer he looked at it.
He decided to stomp on it.
Then he kicked it away.
Why would Karen go to the effort of arranging a taxi driver’s identity for him, only to insist on a duckbill cap?
"It’s you!"
Darrell Huntington was struck with terror!
Their plan was watertight, and Itai Huntington had already stated that Julius Reed would not be involved.
But now...
"Who? Who is it?"
Julius Reed fired a hidden weapons box at Darrell Huntington’s knee.
Whoosh!
"Hss..."
Darrell Huntington knelt on the ground in pain as blood kept seeping out.
"I came to ask for money, yet you point a hidden weapons box at me. Is that fun?"
Julius Reed held the hidden weapons box to Darrell Huntington’s head, saying indifferently, "What, bullying people because you can?"
Bully people because you can?
Now, Darrell Huntington wanted to kill someone!
So arrogant, yet still playing the victim?
"Julius Reed, for a worthless woman, you deceive your worthless woman. Is it worth it?"
Darrell Huntington said in agony: "To have her mother’s spiritual tablet placed in the Isolde Family ancestral hall, she quietly took back the dagger you left here initially! Is such a woman worth your sacrifice?"
He hated!
Why did the flawless plan go awry again!
"I think there’s been some misunderstanding."
Julius Reed bent down, grabbed Darrell Huntington’s head, and said coldly: "Today I had nothing better to do, decided to experience life as a cab driver for a night. Turns out, my first fare was her, but she didn’t pay."
Hearing these words, Itai Huntington knelt on the ground, head hung low.
She felt too ashamed to face Julius Reed, even hoping Vance Huntington would kill her!
That way, even in death, she might leave some impression in the other’s heart.
"Julius Reed, there’s no need. Good relations mean good business, right?"
Anson Huntington, unusually sane, didn’t rant or rave.
"Anson Huntington, right?"
Julius Reed looked up at the so-called ’madman’ Anson Huntington.
Others would keep their distance at the mention of the ’madman’, but not him.
He would turn madmen into fools.
"I hear that the Huntington family initially wanted to make Zahir Huntington the legitimate heir, by taking the opportunity to get rid of you. Do you understand?"
The intelligence of the Wolf Cavalry was pervasive; the Huntington family’s secrets were no exception and had been thoroughly investigated.
"Really?"
Anson Huntington said with a light smile: "You’re trying to sow discord at this moment. Guess if I’ll believe you."
The only hope for the Huntington family now lay with Anson Huntington and the group of hidden weapons box wielders behind him.
Although the chance of winning was slim, one had to fight for it!
"Anson, don’t listen to his nonsense!"
Darrell Huntington moaned in pain, his trousers completely soaked in blood.
But inside, he was panicking.
Only Vance Huntington and he knew of these matters. Why did Julius Reed know?
"I’ll just say one thing."
Julius Reed crushed the hidden weapons box into a lump and threw it on the ground, then turned away with his hands behind his back to face Anson Huntington.
"Now, you need to make a choice."
He pointed to his own chest: "Open the hidden weapons box, kill me. Or take down Vance Huntington and become the new Family Head of the Huntington family."
Dead silence.
Five minutes of silence.
"Anson Huntington! How can you believe his nonsense? The Huntington family will be yours sooner or later! Kill him!"
Darrell Huntington, losing too much blood, was already somewhat delirious.
"Why not kill Darrell Huntington first?"
Anson Huntington smiled faintly, shifting the opening of the hidden weapons box to the right: "Wouldn’t killing him be better than killing Vance Huntington?"
"Because I have said with my own lips that I wanted to drive Darrell Huntington to death! To force him to use that dagger to take his own life."
Julius Reed remained in place, his expression indifferent: "What I have said must come to pass. You have no right to defy."
Even now, even with a hidden weapons box pointed at him,
he still dictated to Anson Huntington in no uncertain terms.
"Anson!"
Darrell Huntington bellowed: "You... you really intend to..."
Whoosh!
The hidden weapons box was activated.
Anson Huntington fired the hidden weapons box just in front of Darrell Huntington, less than ten centimeters away.
"You all call me a madman, but I’m not mad, nor am I stupid."
He chuckled, shaking his head: "I’ve known since I was a child that I am a knife, a knife of the Huntington family. Discarded once used. I’ve heard your senior’s words. After all, I’ve placed many listening devices in the Huntington family."
"You..."
The color drained from Darrell Huntington’s face.
"If I could kill my mentor and his entire family then, what does killing my own uncle now count for?"
Anson Huntington turned the hidden weapons box towards the stupefied Vance Huntington: "Do I not have enough infamy already?"
