Chapter 490
At that moment, many of them agreed. On a normal day, no one would dare cause a scene with them,
as they were usually the bullies. Even if they were in the wrong, it didn’t matter to them. Whoever was t
he better fighter would be the superior party.
“What do you n on doing?” Spring narrowed his eyes, seemingly upset.
“I want to deploy the shadow guards and turn that kid into minced meat!” Autumn was seething in ange
r.
“Nonsense!” Spring shot up as he mmed the table. “The shadow guards are the foundation of our fa
mily. How can you just mobilize them like that?
“I don’t care! I’m getting revenge! If you don’t agree, I’m asking Father!” Autumn was stubborn.
“Who’s looking for me?” At that moment, an elderly man with a white beard and white brows slowly wal
ked out. His hands were behind his back, and he looked calm. Even though he didn’t give off a powerfu
l air, his every step and move exuded a subtle sense of authority.
“Sir Paul!”
Paul’s appearance had everyone on their feet as they paid their respects. Even Autumn, who was defia
nt
earlier, turned submissive.
Paul sat confidently at the head of the table, his expression indifferent. “Who said they wanted to deplo
y the
shadow guards?”
Everyone else, including Spring, could only obediently stand and remain quiet.
“It’s me, Dad.” Autumn stepped out determinedly.
“And your reason?” Paul picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, not even sparing him a nce.
“Someone crippled my son and injured at least two hundred of our elites. A threat like that must be deal
t with!” Autumnined with indignation.
Paul responded calmly, “So, what you mean to say is, your son was beaten up into a pulp because he’s
useless, and now you want the entire family to pay for your antics?
“What?” Autumn was taken aback. He couldn’tprehend what Paul said. He never expected his fath
er to
respond that way.
“Dad! It’s your grandson who was battered! Don’t you feel bad for him?” Autumn decided to use emotio
nal
persuasion.
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“He deserved it for being a bad fighter. If he has the ability, get him to fight back himself. He’s a weaklin
g if he
needs to hide behind the family’s strength.” Paul was expressionless.
“But-”
“Don’t try your nonsense with me!”
Autumn tried to exin but was stopped by Paul, who had raised a hand. “The Hill family was built on
martial
prowess. Every generation has gone through battles and conquests. But your generation is pampered
and
weak. You havepletely forgotten about our ancestral teachings and the dignity thates with bei
ng a martial artist. Did you think martial artists were born intovish feasts and beautiful women?
“A martial artist sweats, bleeds, fights valiantly, faces death and emerges victorious, and crawls out of p
iles of corpses and pools of blood! Look at you. How many of you have experienced near–
death experiences? And how many of you have truly set foot on the battlefield? Today, even a young
d can mess around with all of
you, and yet you have the audacity toin to me? All of you are a bunch of useless trash!”
With his final insult, the entire room fell silent. Not only Autumn, but every Hill family member present br
oke out in cold sweats. They understood that Paul was furious not because they had caused trouble, b
ut because
of their ipetence.
“Today’s incident will serve as a wake–up call for all of you.” Paul stood up and dusted off his clothes.
“Autumn, bring your son to apologize to Dustin. Thatd’s future is bright, and he’s not someone we sh
ould be
enemies with. At the very least, he’s not someone you bunch of losers can afford to offend.”
“Dad”
“If you refuse, I will kick you out of the family.” With that, Paul left without another word, leaving the rem
aining family members looking at each other in fear and regret.