Chapter 1447: Chapter 1447: The Eldest Son
“Ah…” Osvaldo Will was just about to speak to dissuade him when Julius Reed suddenly turned around and pointed outside the door. “Look at the sun; it’s sinking.”
Osvaldo Will’s heart trembled, and he hurriedly gave a deep bow. “Farewell, Golden Envoy.”
No matter how much resentnt or dissatisfaction he felt, he had to swallow it down.
If his negligence led to the murder of the youngest Will, Osvaldo would no longer be able to find footing within the Micah Will faction!
As an elder, he had enjoyed all the richness and glory of the Mortal World.
He cherished his honor like tender feathers.
“Miss Young, tonight the Vein Holder will visit you personally!” Osvaldo lifted his head and looked at the expressionless Gabriel Young. His tone carried a trace of threat. “We are born of the sa roots. Why must we tornt each other in such haste?”
“Let’s go!”
After speaking, he flung his sleeves dramatically and led the Micah Will disciples out in disgrace.
When they arrived, they were like fierce tigers roaring in the wind.
When departing, they scurried away like rats hugging their heads.
“Elder, how could Gabriel Young possibly be tied to the royal lineage?” The spacious Young Family courtyard echoed as a Micah Will disciple quietly inquired while walking with caution.
No one had imagined that sothing which began as a well-scripted hostile takeover would be completely ruined simply due to the arrival of an unfamiliar man.
“Wait until we return and see how the Vein Holder decides. The young master is in their hands; we have no other choice.” Osvaldo cursed silently in his heart!
To gild his youngest son’s reputation, Osvaldo had arranged for Kamden Will to participate in a battle like this.
But who would have thought? Instead of gaining glory, they lost face, shedding a layer of taphorical skin.
“What a useless waste!” Osvaldo couldn’t help but cry out in anger.
“Who?”
The Micah Will disciples were confused.
“!” Osvaldo snorted coldly, climbed into the black luxury car with a flushed red face, and slamd the door.
The Elder of the Micah Will faction, a figure of imnse authority.
Yet today, in front of his own disciples, he had been chased out like a dog!
“Move! What are you standing there for?!”
Osvaldo raised his head and barked viciously at the driver in the front seat.
“Elder, the car isn’t moving!” The driver stomped on the accelerator desperately, but all he got was the roar of the engine.
The vehicle didn’t budge an inch.
“Elder!”
Outside, a Micah Will disciple noticed sothing amiss and shouted through the car window, “Your wheels have been removed!”
“What?!”
Osvaldo abruptly pushed open the car door, stepped out, and examined the situation!
At once, his face turned a sickly green!
Bloody hell!
All four tires were gone!
Even the rims had vanished.
“What should we do?” a Micah Will disciple asked for instructions.
Fortunately, the Young Family’s location wasn’t too far away from where they were—an hour’s walk at most.
Osvaldo looked around desperately; there wasn’t a single vehicle repair service in sight.
This was an upscale residential area; mobile tire repair services were simply unheard of.
“The young master’s situation is urgent.” Osvaldo pulled out his phone, only to find there was no signal.
“Bloody hell! Let’s move!”
Glancing one last ti at his custom-made luxury car worth over 300 million, Osvaldo still couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret!
“What about the car?” A Micah Will disciple barely asked before receiving a sharp slap to the face.
“Fool! Is the young master’s life more important, or this piece of junk car?” Osvaldo clenched his fist, storming off in the direction of the Cook Family without turning back.
“Follow him!”
All the Micah Will disciples trailed hastily behind him, quickly vanishing from the street.
Hardly had the Micah Will faction left when Julius Reed, accompanied by Ambrose Young, strolled out leisurely.
Behind them, a Grandmaster carried all four tires.
“This car—it’s my gift to you.” Julius gestured at Osvaldo’s luxury car with a grin. “Behave yourself from now on, and I’ll make sure you won’t be treated unfairly. Don’t forget to remove the license plates.”
“Thanks, Dad!” Although Ambrose’s family was wealthy, the notion of driving an enemy’s high-end luxury car thrilled him imnsely.
This was a trophy of war!
“I told you, don’t call Dad. You’re not worthy.” Julius sighed, his mind drifting to last night’s incident when rrill Caldwell barged into his room. It gave him a headache.
n were competing to call him Father, while won wanted to be his concubines. Was this the tribulation Julius Reed was destined to bear in this lifeti?
Was it because of his outrageously good looks?
How shallow!
It wasn’t his fault he was this handso. Why should he have to endure such tornt for a lifeti?
“Hurry! Put the tires on!” Ambrose walked around the luxury car three tis, laughing exuberantly.
“Excuse , are you Ambrose Young?”
Suddenly, a teenage boy accompanied by an elder appeared at the Young Family’s doorway.
“Yes, and who are you?” Ambrose instinctively stepped back, while the Young Family Grandmaster stepped forward, watching the pair warily.
Both being Grandmasters, they could sense the aura of strength emanating from the two approaching individuals.
A top-tier Great Grandmaster!
Even in the Young Family, martial artists of this caliber were exceedingly rare.
A top-tier Great Grandmaster could easily beco a regional overlord and establish their own sect.
Such a person had no need to bow to anyone.
The boy, dressed in a white suit with neatly parted hair, exuded an air of elegance. His black leather shoes glead under the light, and he held a lit cigar delicately between his fingers.
Every part of his attire was extravagantly expensive.
One hand rested in his pocket, and the other held the glowing cigar that emitted a trail of smoke.
“No need to be alard.” The boy extended the hand holding the cigar, pressing it downward lightly in a calming gesture. “Allow to introduce myself—Jace Will.”
The boy took a puff of his cigar, exhaling smoke softly, then smiled. “Eldest son of the Micah Will faction.”
Hearing this, the nerves of the Young Family martial artists snapped taut!
The youngest Will was imprisoned in their warehouse, and now the eldest son of the Micah Will faction had shown up. Was he here to risk his life?
Or to rescue his brother?
Or perhaps to take Ambrose hostage as leverage?
But hadn’t Osvaldo Will just left? Were the two of them not on the sa side?
“Let reiterate.” Jace Will tilted his head, flicked the cigar out of his hand, then extended that sa hand before smiling at Ambrose Young. “I’m here today to make a friend.”
His voice brimd with overwhelming confidence!
Such a deanor was unmistakably characteristic of an heir from a prestigious family.
“Ambrose Young!” Steeling himself, Ambrose took a step forward, equally defiant, as he extended his own hand.
“Young Master! You mustn’t!” The Young Family martial artists urged caution, trying to prevent Ambrose from making contact with the mysterious pair.
“Elder Sinclair, I, Ambrose Young, the crowned first heir of Swimming City, can’t even shake a hand? Wouldn’t that beco a laughingstock?” Ambrose scoffed lightly, smiling as he firmly clasped Jace Will’s hand. “What is the purpose of your visit, Mr. Will? I doubt you’re here just to make friends.”
“Haha! I like how straightforward you are, Brother Ambrose!” After a brief handshake, Jace withdrew his right hand and tucked it back into his pocket. “I’m here because of Kamden Will.”
“Kamden Will?” Ambrose raised an eyebrow slightly.
He hadn’t heard the na before.
“Oh, that’s the younger brother of mine you’ve imprisoned.” Jace added casually, “Sa father, different mothers.”
“So Mr. Will is here to demand his release?” Ambrose’s expression darkened, and he prepared to withdraw.
“Of course not.” Jace’s smile remained unchanged. “Don’t misunderstand, Mr. Young. The reason I didn’t co here together with Elder Mr. Will is because our stances are… different. I ca because I want my brother dead.”
As he spoke, a sharp gleam of cold light flickered in his eyes.
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