Chapter 251


    With an indifferent expression, Donald asked, “Have you asked Kingsley for his agreement as


    you’re saying this?”


    Gideon was momentarily stunned. “Mr. Tyrone''s words are like a royal decree. Why would I need to


    get Kingsley''s agreement? Even Horizon Group would not dare to offend the Campbell n, right?”


    “What do you think?” Donald lowered his gaze, looking calm as usual.


    Gideon pondered for a while andughed out loud. “Are you joking?


    This is the Campbell n we''re talking about.”


    Lana scoffed, “As long as Kingsley agrees, we have no objections.”


    Gideon cast the group a cold nce. “Just you wait. No one can stop Mr. Tyrone from getting what


    he wants. I promise you.”


    However, Donald had lost all interest in arguing with him. Thus, he walked into the venue and


    looked for a seat.


    As Gideon watched him leave, his eyes glinted coldly.


    After that, Kingsley, who was dressed


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    in a suit, entered the ce. His expressionless face was matched with a pair of narrow eyes and


    thin lips, making him look extra ruthless.


    He walked straight to a table and sat down.


    One of the Campbell family members wanted to go over to greet him, but Kingsley merely eyed him


    coldly and said, “Get lost.”


    Immediately, everyone at that table fled, leaving Kingsley alone.


    Many people were starting to look forward to how things were going to unfold. One party consisted


    of Tyrone, the Ninth Prince of the Campbell n, while the other consisted of the Four Greatest


    Divine Generals that were under Lord Campbell''smand. The crowd wondered if an interesting


    fight would break out that day.


    At nine o''clock sharp, footsteps could be heard approaching the door.


    Immediately after that, twenty bodyguards dressed in suits, wearing gold-rimmed sses and


    wireless earpieces, flooded into the ce.


    Each one of them had an aura akin to a beast, and their eyes glinted with hostility. Clearly, they


    were not ordinary people.


    They were the shadow guards who protected Tyrone.


    Those sses were the infrared evaluation sses produced by the 89-Oradeboratory.


    Wearing the sses, the twenty shadow guards scanned the surroundings and finally fixed their


    eyes on Kingsley in unison.


    His power level was one hundred and eighty thousand.


    At that moment, the shadow guards were utterly stunned.


    The world''s bestbat champion fromst year only had a power level of ten thousand, which


    was already an existence ordinary people admired as that person could beat up dozens of people.


    However, Kingsley''s power level was at one hundred and eighty thousand.


    Then again, no one could confirm if that was the maximum value of Kingsley''s powers.


    After all, no one knew if he had a trump card or not.


    “Watch out, Mr. Tyrone. There''s a young man with a power level of one hundred and eighty


    thousand sitting in the hall,” someone reported immediately, wanting to eliminate the danger.


    After that, someone handed Tyrone a picture of Kingsley.


    Xylus, who was sitting in a Maybach 628, handed the phone to Tyrone after receiving the image.


    “He’s Wyvern King, Kingsley Felton,” said Tyrone. “There''s no danger.


    Don''t worry.”


    With that, he coughed several times and wiped the corner of his mouth with a scarf. Closing his


    eyes, he asked, “How much time do I have left?”


    Xylus hesitated for a moment and remained silent.


    “Answer me,” Tyrone said softly in an emotionless tone.


    “Two years,” Xylus answered.


    Tyrone opened his eyes weakly and nodded. “Okay.”


    “There will be a way,” Xylus promised. “We''re working hard to look for a solution. Once we find


    matching blood and organs, we''ll get the operation done right away. Besides, we''ve got news from


    the genesboratory. They said they might have matching goods. I''ll get in touch with them tonight.”


    Tyrone opened the door. “Let''s go.”


    As they went upstairs, the entire hall was nketed in silence. The crowd was patiently waiting for


    Tyrone''s arrival and had even adjusted the sounds of their breathing to the lowest volume possible.


    In the next second, everyone felt as though their vision darkened, for Tyrone had appeared at the


    entrance.


    Everyone except Donald and Kingsley fixated their gaze on Tyrone. They wanted to see how great


    a character from a wealthy family with a five-hundred-year history would be.