Peregrine just wanted to get out of this godforsaken ce as fast as he could. He had truly fallen for
Larson''s tricks, believing that Palmer wouldn''t touch him!
Not only was Palmer off his rocker, but that girl from the Schnabel family was a lunatic too! If those
two ever got hitched, Peregrine couldn''t even begin to imagine the hellish life they''d endure.
Staring at the dozen or so folks perched on the wall, toting sniper rifles, it was clear to any
seasoned eye that they were hardened by battle!
How could these people be at the beck and call of Ms. Schnabel, a mere slip of a girl?
Blood streamed down Peregrine''s knees, yet no one dared to step forward to help.
Noe coolly said, “Ivan, give Peregrine a hand.”
“Sure thing, Boss!”
With a chuckle, Ivan grabbed Peregrine''s arm, dragging him like a dead dog all the way to the hall,
forcing his head down to pay respects to Kendra Fowler multiple times.
Noe nced towards Larson and the others. “Y''all need a hand too?”
Larson''s muscles were convulsing!
While Noe did this, Palmer stood by her side, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes brimming with
pride and joy as if he were looking at his most treasured possession!
ra was dumbfounded! “Holy moly... My sister''s too cool! Did Grandma Harriet teach her this?”
Helen gave her a nce, her eyelids slightly raised. “Probably, but Harriet wasn''t nearly as bold as
Noe in her youth. This girl is more like your grandad, bold and brash, but I like it!”
Seeing Noe''s actions, Helen felt like she was glimpsing the woman who once roamed the
bordends. Noe also carried a lot of young Marcel''s fearless spirit.
Sexton felt a wave of nostalgia. “Noe reminds me a bit of Xavier.”
Peregrine''s head was bloody, constantly hitting the ground, feeling like he was on the verge of a
concussion!
Facing Noe''s gaze, Larson and the others were petrified, their movements exceptionally obedient
as they knelt, their actions swift and efficient.
Larson was filled with regret. He thought he came here to cause a scene, but the only scene to see
here was Peregrine getting his head smashed against the floor.
Peregrine had already passed out, eyes rolling back as he frothed at the mouth, unconscious!
The roar of the Mastiffs echoed not far behind, Larson''s actions more agile than when he paid
respects at his own father''s grave!
"Kendra, we wronged you back then, but let''s be clear, we weren''t the masterminds!"
Back then, some members of the Pock family were momentarily blinded by folly. They thought
harming Kendra would doom Emeric Pock, and indeed, Emeric renounced his im. However,
they did not expect Palmer to turn out to be a hundred times more formidable than Emeric! None of
Emeric’s sons were ones these distant rtives could afford to provoke!
Palmer took Noe''s hand and walked inside the hall, finding a stool and carefully wiping the dust
off before letting Noe sit.
“Wait for me here.”
“Okay.”
After settling Noe, Palmer approached Larson.
“Dear nephew, this is all a misunderstanding…” Larson wanted to argue his case, but the next
second, his face was met with a solid punch. The taste of blood filled his mouth, and touching his
face, he realized several teeth hade loose!
Palmer''s gaze was profound, but his lips curled into an extremely cold smile.
“A misunderstanding? Uncle Larson, it was right here, in front of me, that you burned my mother
alive! Are you saying it wasn’t you who set the fire? And it wasn’t you who lured away all the
Pocks, leaving my mother alone at home? Who else but Uncle Peregrine orchestrated the
downfall of her family, causing a series of car idents? A misunderstanding, or the Reaper''s
mistake?”
Larson swallowed his words.
How had Palmer found out about all these things?
Palmer snorted coldly. He looked down at Larson with an imposing presence, like a hawk in the
night ready to strike its prey at their weakest moment!
Palmer''s revenge wasn''t absent; it had always been waiting for the right moment!
“Are you suggesting that someone else orchestrated the deaths of my mother and Uncle Jacob’s
wife? Regardless, you go wait in hell first. Someone will join you soon enough. After all, we can’t
have my mother wandering theherworld alone, can we?”
Larson was soaked in cold sweat! “Palmer, listen to me! You can’t do this! We’re family, for better or
for worse!”
Palmer looked at his elder brothers as they entered the hall.
Despite appearing distant for years, hardly interacting on the surface, in secret, each of the brothers
had been strategizing and plotting. They had waited many years for this day toe!
Kingsley, expressionless, said, “Clean this up quickly. Mom doesn’t like them; it’s disgusting to look
at.”
Quin surveyed the group of middle-aged men kneeling in the hall.
“Neatly arranged, all fools. Together, their ambition and greed are sky-high, but their brains are
pitifully small.”
Had it not been for their greed, they wouldn’t have been manipted into harming Kendra!
Larson had even attempted to repeat his scheme against Noe, but those he sent turned to ashes!
The only thing Larson received was a bill from the funeral parlor.
Larson had thought the Schnabels were looking out for Noe, only to discover she didn''t need
anyone''s protection at all!
After witnessing their respectful bows, Palmer rubbed his wrists. "Annie, arrange a vacation for
them. The uncles have indeed worked hard over the years. Uncle Larson, especially, has been
busting his back for the Pock Group, practically going broke. I feel bad; let''s just send him on a
vacation."
Annie bowed. "Yes, the helicopter is ready. From now on, you''ll be spending the rest of your days at
Lockhart Prison."
Lockhart Prison!
Palmer was actually sending them to that hellhole!
"Don''t worry, I''ll make sure you all stay alive. Death would be too easy for you. As aw-abiding
citizen, I prefer sticking to the traditional ways of solving problems," Palmer said coldly.
Laws? Whatws could possibly exist in Lockhart Prison! In that ce, even those with the
strongest wills couldn''t survive, enduring inhuman torture daily!
Noe yawned, waving her hand. "Monk, your prayers are really hard on the ears."
Horatio scratched his bald head. "It''s their stench that’s getting to me. Let''s get them out of here
quickly!"
"Ivan, did you hear that? Lend a hand, and drop something off at Lockhart Prison on your way."
"Got it!"
The members of Pris Star jumped down from the wall, each carrying a member of the Pock
family''s distant rtives.
These pampered folks stood no chance against the well-trained members of Pris Star. Quickly,
they were hoisted onto the helicopter, which soon vanished over the Pock ancestral home.
What awaited them was Xavier''s deadly game!
The Pock brothers stood quietly in front of the memorial hall, gazing at the photo above.
Emeric walked over to Noe, squatting down to meet her eye with sincerity. He could tell the little
girl had put in a lot of effort today.
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"Thanks, kiddo."
"No thanks necessary, I wasn''t exactly helping you on purpose."
Emeric raised an eyebrow, noticing Noe''s gaze drifting towards Palmer.
"I did this, all for Palmer!"