Boom!
Coincidentally, the old man landed right where Eastonâs coffin was placed.
From Alex and Grantâs battle, the explosive energy sent out had already shattered both coffins. As the
old man landed, both his feet trampled Eastonâs head and smashed it.
Splat!!!
His entire skull had been obliterated.
Quentin had long retreated to the sides of the funeral hall, but seeing his sonâs body so severely
assaulted, he became so furious he vomited blood.
As for Snow, her eyes went cold, and she glared at the old man icily.
During their battle, she had paid close attention. Lord Commanderâs powers were within her
expectations, but the young Alex having such powers greatly surprised her.
Switching positions, she knew that if her abilities were thrown against the Lord Commanderâs, they
would be at Alexâs level at most.
As for this old man who appeared suddenlyâ¦
âInnate Martial Honor!â
Within the Blood Cult, many were at the level of Innate Martial Honor. Snow recognized this
immediately.
She could even tell that the powers of this Innate Martial Honor old man were terrifying. It was the type
that amalgamated martial arts with violence. Indeed, this was a real fighter.
âPresident!â
Zachary, seeing the elder, immediately let out squeals of joy and jumped ahead to bow to the old man.
âPresident, youâre finally back! Congratulations on achieving Martial Honor!â
Zachary was initially apprehensive of Grant.
However, now that Geronimo was here, the pressure he was under immediately let up, and he gained
much more confidence.
Geronimo ignored Zacharyâs words. His wise eyes scanned the place in a circle before finally landing
on Alex. They were filled with excitement. âYouâre called Alex? Good, great, dear grandson!â
As he spoke, tears actually filled his eyes.
âYour mom, howâs she doing?â
Alex was very attentive to the old man from the moment he came in. He knew that this was his
motherâs father.
However, he didnât have any prior memories of his grandfather. The only thing he could tell was that
this elderly manâs actions were sincere.
He nodded his head slightly, lips tight.
At that moment, Lord Commander laughed out loud and said to Geronimo, âGeronimo, youâve been at
a bottleneck for so many years. Youâve been practicing in isolation till your buttâs almost rotten. Today,
youâve finally broken through. Congratulations!â
These words were extremely irritating to Geronimoâs ears.
He glared at Lord Commander, growling, âGrant, you son of a b*tch. Donât jest in front of me. One day,
Iâll take back what youâve taken from me. Iâll get it all back.â
Alex was stunned.
He didnât expect that Geronimo, at such an age, would speak in such vulgarity, much like a warlord.
âHaha! Geronimo, you still have such a short temper. Sure, Iâll wait for you!â
Grant, on the other hand, was all smiles.
Geronimo pointed at Alex and said, âThis is my grandson, Grant. I should be asking you, why are you
attacking my grandson? Youâre at such a f*cking age, yet you act like a dog? Bullying someone
younger⦠Do you think that I, Geronimo, am dead?â
Grant still had some temper. His smile vanished, and he snorted coldly, âYour grandson killed many
people. Department Six wants to take him back for investigation. Is there a problem? He refuses to
cooperate, so Iâm arresting him by myself. So whatâs wrong about that?â
Geronimo roared. âBullsh*t! The situation Iâve heard of clearly is completely the own fault of that
Zimmer. If you just want to target me, Grant, give me all youâve got. But if you dare target my grandson,
Iâll murder your whole family!â
The people on the side, hearing this, all dropped their jaws and started trembling in fear.
Grant and Geronimo were both leaders at the top of the pyramid. None wouldâve thought that they
would be arguing here at the Zimmersâ funeral hall as if bickering on the streets.
Geronimo, especially, had such a short temper, cursing aloud every now and then. This was not at all
the behavior expected from a leader.
Aunt Rockefeller pinched Alexâs finger and whispered. âYouâre grandpa is kinda cute.â
Alex said, âIâm shocked too.â
He had imagined what kind of person Geronimo would be, but he definitely hadnât thought of him as a
gangster warlord.