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However, Truman Ridge assured Tobias Michael that he would definitely help the Michael Family find the murderer and avenge the death of Benson Michael.

And Tobias Michael also believed that the middle-aged man in the video was Julius Reed’s henchman; the two sides hit it off and quickly formed an alliance.

Benson Michael was dead, but Sheridan Isolde was still alive, so the Boulevard League’s next target gradually shifted to the mission of rescuing Sheridan Isolde.

As long as they could win over Stanley Isolde, getting him to willingly work for the Boulevard League, the other wealthy businessmen of Ganny Province would naturally join in.

After all, the wealthiest man, Tobias Michael, was already here and was one of the important members of the Boulevard League.

“Tonight, we shall welcome a distinguished guest, and the day to slay Julius Reed is within our grasp!”

The butler’s face broke into a smile, “And your grudges will also be avenged very soon.”

Bang!

Just then, the door was kicked open once again.

“Who dares to be so rude!”

Sheridan Isolde stood up from the sofa upon seeing that the intruder was a muscular hulk, instinctively assuming he was a bodyguard for some rich businessman.

After all, such attire hardly seemed fit for a successful merchant.

Not to mention his getup, he lacked even the most basic courtesy.

“Who are you? It’s none of your business what I’m doing here, so stop your chattering.”

Mr. Harris Mountain had come to cause trouble for the butler, and now that someone was courting death, he certainly did not mind.

As long as the person behind the butler did not show up, he was determined to turn the Boulevard League upside down.

“Heh! Such a boorish fellow. Today I shall properly teach you what manners are!”

Sheridan Isolde was already in a very bad mood because his son had been captured, and now Mr. Harris Mountain’s direct provocation provided an outlet for his frustration.

“Bring that uncouth brute out and teach him a lesson!”

As soon as he finished speaking, four bodyguards approached the door.

“Mr. Isolde, you mustn’t…”

The butler hurriedly shook his head.

This was a disaster—no one dared to offend him.

With one of the Ridge Family’s bodyguards recently dead, anyone in the Boulevard League who encountered Mr. Harris Mountain made sure to walk the other way.

But now, Sheridan Isolde was actually looking to personally teach him a lesson—wasn’t this courting death?

Clearly, Sheridan Isolde had not realized this, and given that the butler had the highest position within the Boulevard League, although there was a mastermind behind the scenes, he was generally seen as a representative of the master’s will.

Seeing this vulgar person being so arrogant in front of the butler was a perfect opportunity for Sheridan Isolde to show his worth.

“Please rest assured, butler. This sort of person does not know manners, and today, I will discipline him for you.”

Sheridan Isolde pointed to the four black-clad men, “These four have been by my side for over a decade, each capable of taking on ten men. Today will be an excellent opportunity to show you and Brother Michael the combat prowess of my troop of bodyguards.”

He looked at the four men before him, “Don’t disappoint me!”

“Understood!”

The four men cracked their knuckles, all with disdain on their faces.

They frequently dealt with such brawny types—impressive to look at, but unable to take a hit.

“Is this all? Just a stuffed pillow.”

Mr. Harris Mountain shook his head, folding his arms and looking at Sheridan Isolde, “Soon I will beat you so badly even your own mother won’t recognize you!”

“Attack him!”

Sheridan Isolde frowned, feeling insulted.

“Go!”

The men moved quickly, attacking Mr. Harris Mountain from different directions.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

One man threw three punches in row, all landing on Mr. Harris Mountain’s back.

But Mr. Harris Mountain was unmoved; instead, the man who struck felt like he had hit an iron plate, his hand bones throbbing with pain and his forehead beading with cold sweat.

The other three also exerted their full strength, but couldn’t get Mr. Harris Mountain to so much as furrow his brow.

Finally, one of them pulled a dagger from his waist, preparing to make a sneak attack.

“Young man, you’re not playing fair.”

Mr. Harris Mountain’s lips curved into a smile, and the moment the dagger appeared, he spun around and caught it between his fingers, then violently thrust it back in!

Thud!

The handle pierced straight through the man’s heart.

“Jentzen!”

Stanley Isolde’s heart sank, his face filled with grief.

The four bodyguards had followed him for many years, and to call them bodyguards was more like calling them friends.

But before he could recover, the other three were smashed in the head by Mr. Harris Mountain and slumped lifelessly to the ground.

In just an instant, four bodies lay on the floor.

“Teach me a lesson, huh!”

Mr. Harris Mountain threw the dagger aside and grabbed Stanley Isolde with his blood-stained hands, lifting him up.

“What do you want to do…”

At that moment, Stanley Isolde was filled with fear; how could he know the hulking man before him was so formidable?

“Butler, save me!”

Now his only hope was the motionless butler.

“Mr. Harris Mountain, let’s talk this out,” the butler said, knowing he could no longer ignore the situation without risking Stanley Isolde’s death.

If Stanley Isolde died, it would greatly undermine the Boulevard League’s prestige.

“Talk it out? I asked for your master to come see me; where is he?” Mr. Harris Mountain turned around, his eyes gleaming coldly.

The butler flinched at that gaze, quickly explaining, “I’ll tend to this matter as fast as I can. The master has been unwell lately; he may need to recover in peace.”

Truman Ridge could not possibly show up now—once his identity was exposed, the Ridge Family would face calamity.

But to appease Mr. Harris Mountain, the butler had to promise first.

“I hope you’re not lying to me.” Mr. Harris Mountain stared into the butler’s eyes and violently threw Stanley Isolde to the ground.

“If I don’t see someone by sunset, I will come again!”

Having said that, he turned to leave.

“Mr. Harris Mountain, are you not afraid I’ll report back to the one behind you, saying you’re not cooperative and deliberately undermining the alliance?” the butler threatened out loud. It was after contact had been made with Truman Ridge and Mr. Harris Mountain’s backer that Mr. Harris Mountain was dispatched.

“Ha ha! Afraid? Now I want to ask you, are you afraid of death?”

Mr. Harris Mountain picked up the dining table with one hand and smashed it down in front of the butler!

Crack!

The glass dining table shattered with a loud noise.

The butler shuddered; his face turned instantly pale.

“Remember my words!”

Mr. Harris Mountain left with a smile, smashing through the villa’s glass and disappearing from the room.

The orders from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance were informal, and now with Julius Reed behind him, what did he have to fear?

If Julius Reed indeed returned, Ayden Woody would probably not live for an hour.

Meanwhile, Julius Reed, whom the Boulevard League was desperate to kill, was wandering around the old town.

The Saint Heir was about to arrive, and although he couldn’t kill him, he still had to present a welcome gift.

It would also allow the Boulevard League to gather all their forces, making it easier for him to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

The old town had returned to normal life following the withdrawal of the mercenaries.

Apart from the dock area being surrounded by many people, other places were completely back to normal.

“A light, please.”

When Julius Reed approached a stall selling roasted cold noodles, a middle-aged man came over.

“The Saint Heir is arriving in half an hour, Maurice Yarrow won’t come, and I need to prepare to leave now. But the opponent has many people; you should be careful.”

The man was none other than Bridger Davenport. After saying this, he lit a cigarette, slid the lighter into Julius Reed’s pocket, and said, “Thanks for the light.”

With that, he turned, climbed into a black sedan, and quickly disappeared from the old town.

“A bug?”

When Julius Reed took the lighter out of his pocket, he realized there was a mini receiver attached to it.