21 This is Not Up to You
The man in the suit felt that his old man was making a mountain out of a molehill!
Howard Larson frowned and said in a profound tone, âThe Sage family may seem weak. However, among the seven great families, there are only a few who dare to touch the Sage family. As long as this old woman is alive, the Sage family wonât fall!â
Just as he had finished speaking...
âWhich deity is this, talking about this old woman!â
A black, dragon-like convoy arrived.
The first car stopped steadily, and old lady Sage got off with her dragon-headed walking stick. The person holding an umbrella for her was the elegant and refined Heather Sage!
âItâs me, your second brother Howard!â Howard Larson laughed out loud.
âI was wondering who it was. Itâs second brother Geraldâs birthday tonight. Did you have to come personally to offer him your wishes?â Old lady Sage said with a faint smile.
In the end, Howard said disdainfully, âHeâs nothing. Heâs the one who killed his brother and seized all the power. He wants me to wish him happy birthday? Dream on!â
âThen, whatâs going on?â Old lady Sage smiled kindly.
âSpencer was here to celebrate his birthday, but he was injured instead. The Neal family has to give us an explanation!â The man in the suit said.
âShut up, you embarrassing thing. Isnât it embarrassing enough already?â
Howard glared at him. He felt that such embarrassment should not be openly talked about in such a situation.
However, Bryan Goldmanâs lips curved up slightly, and he said, âWhat kind of explanation does the Larson family want?â
Before the Larson family could question him, Braydon Neal, who was dressed in plain clothes, walked over calmly.
Heather was pleasantly surprised and said, âBray...â
âSilly girl, go ahead and shout out loud. Thatâs your brother Braydon!â Old lady Sage smiled lovingly.
Braydon walked to the front and took the umbrella from Heather. He held the umbrella for the old lady and greeted her softly, âGrandma!â
Heather let go and rolled her eyes.
In a car not far away, Spencer Larson was extremely agitated. âGrandpa, heâs Braydon. The man beside him was the one who hurt me!â He said.
When Luke Yates heard this, his mouth was crooked from all the grinning.
There were still people who were not afraid of death in this world.
This guy Spencer still dared to provoke him!
Howard said angrily, âNeal familyâs juniors, step aside. Have second brother Gerald come out to welcome me personally!â
âIâm afraid thatâll be a little difficult!â Bryan smiled like a spring breeze.
The dozens of people from the Larson family all glared at him, not understanding what this young man was smiling about!
He was clearly disrespecting old master Larson!
âOld master Larson, Iâm afraid that his body is already cold. How would he be able to greet you himself?â Bryan said once again.
âSecond brother Gerald is dead?â
Howardâs pupils constricted. He asked in shock and anger, âItâs that old thingâs eightieth birthday today. Did he die from a stroke?â
âHe committed suicide!â Bryan answered all his questions frankly.
Old lady Sage, who was beside him, sighed. She seemed to have guessed something. It was Gerald Nealâs eightieth birthday tonight. How could he have committed suicide?
The old ladyâs heart was as clear as a mirror. She knew that all of this must have been done by Braydon.
âSecond brother Howard,â Old lady Sage reminded him, âI think we should just forget about Spencer. Itâs pouring heavily now. Letâs talk about it tomorrow!â
A good word of advice had little effect.
The Larson familyâs eldest young master was seriously injured, and they had come to question the culprit tonight. How could they be sent away just like that?
However, Howard was a man who had lived a long life and seen a great deal. Gerald Neal had suddenly died, and with the addition of old lady Sageâs advice, he smelled danger and said decisively, âIn that case, I wonât disturb you any longer. Letâs go home!â
âGrandpa, are we just going to let this slide?â Spencerâs eyes were filled with disbelief.
When had the Larson family ever suffered such a huge loss!
Fabien Larson, the man in the suit, frowned. âDad, Spencerâs injury isnât a joke. He was stabbed through by a sword and nailed to the ground. If this matter doesnât have an end, the Larson family will never be able to lift our heads up in front of the Neal family!
The Neal and Larson families had been at loggerheads for decades.
Old master Larsonâs anger rose when he heard that.
âSecond brother Howard, please think twice about todayâs matter. Itâs not easy for the Larson family to accumulate a hundred-year-old foundation. Otherwise, if the seven great families in Preston become six in the future, weâll be a joke to outsiders!â Old lady Sage once again offered words of advice.
These words caused the old and young of the Larson family to be greatly shocked.
Was this old lady just bluffing them?
Or did the Neal family really have someone they could not offend?
Who could be sure?
Howardâs old face gradually turned solemn.
However, Fabien Larson held back his anger and said, âThe seven great families of Preston all know each other. Itâs true that that kid is your Sage familyâs son-in-law, but youâre saying all this for him. Do you think the Larson family is scared of you?â
âDad, you canât let him go!â
Spencer struggled to get out of the car. His shoulder was wrapped in gauze, and blood was seeping through.
This tragic sight further incited Fabienâs killing intent!
Fabien Larson had his own motives. He had been the head of the Larson family for fifteen years.
For the past fifteen years, he had not lived a comfortable life.
...
Fabienâs two younger brothers were both in the upper echelons of the Larson group. They were both capable and wanted to make their sons fight for the next head of the family!
Fabien was aware of this, and this made him anxious.
All these years, he had been training his eldest son, Spencer Larson, to become the leader of the Larson familyâs younger generation.
Tonight, Spencer had been crippled in the Neal familyâs home, and he had lost all dignity.
If he did not get back his dignity, no one in the younger generation of the Larson family would listen to Spencer!
Fabien would not allow anyone to shake his position as the eldest son of the Larson family!
Fabien refused to leave and demanded an explanation from the Neal family for his sonâs sake.
Old lady Sage leaned on her dragon-headed walking stick and said, âOf course the Larson family isnât scared that easily, but Braydon isnât someone you can mess with. Second brother Howard, thatâs all I have to say. You better be careful!â
âWait, no matter what happens tonight, I, second brother Howard, will accept Sister Sageâs favor!â
Old master Howardâs face was dark as he said, âBut the person who was injured tonight isnât a branch family descendant. Heâs my eldest grandson, the eldest son of the Larson family. If the Neal family hands over the person, we will live in peace. If they donât, tonight will be the day the Neal and Larson families have a fall out!â
The old manâs words showed the Larson familyâs attitude!
...
âIâm afraid I wonât be handing this person over tonight!â
Braydon was as calm as ever. If old lady Sage was not here, he would have asked Luke Yates to destroy this group of small fries.
âThatâs not up to you to decide!â Fabien snorted.
Today, the Larson family was using all their power to oppress him, so in Fabienâs eyes, the Neal family would just have to hand him over!
âYou want me to hand Luke over? The Larson family doesnât deserve it!â Braydon replied softly!
âWhy you!â
The Larson family glared at him.
Braydon glared at them coldly, full of killing intent. The Larson family members felt as if they were struck by lightning.
Braydon stood between heaven and earth with his hands behind his back, looking quite majestic.
âFive years ago, little Luke caused a huge disaster. Thirty-six War God level experts from five countries joined forces to attack my northern territory and forced me to hand over Luke. If I didnât hand him over, they threatened to massacre my northern territory and that not even a blade of grass would grow there!â He said indifferently.
âI had no choice but to use the Northern King sword. I killed all thirty-six foreign War Gods who invaded the northern territory!
âLuke Yates is my brother. The Larson family is nothing in my eyes! How dare you ask that I hand him over?â
As soon as he finished speaking, Braydonâs eyes turned cold and murderous. Everyone could not help but wrap their clothes tightly around them. They felt that the wind and rain tonight was bone-chilling!
Everyone was silent!
A man in a tunic suit walked out of the Larson familyâs crowd and said in a low voice, âBrat, donât go too far with your bragging. There hasnât been a single War God level figure in Preston in the past hundred years. No one has even seen one before, so how did you even kill one?â
âWho are you? Report your name!â Gordon Lowe coldly asked.
âFelix Larson from the Larson family!â The man in the tunic suit said proudly.
âItâs him. Brother Braydon, be careful. Heâs very powerful!â
Heatherâs eyes were very intelligent, making people feel that they were beautiful at first glance. She spoke those words in a hurry.
Braydon turned around and smiled tenderly, and even Bryan Goldman let out a smile.
Old lady Sage also smiled.
Heatherâs face turned red and hot, and she stomped her feet in embarrassment!
âSilly girl, your brother Braydon said that he can protect you for the rest of your life. He isnât lying to you!â
Old lady Sage felt that her granddaughter was so silly that she was adorable.
âUncle Felix is one of the top ten martial artists in Preston city,â Heather said softly. âHeâs ranked fourth. Grandma, you said that heâs very strong!â
âHaha, not just Felix Larson, even the number one expert in Preston, Daoist Jonas Quill, is like an ant in front of your brother Braydon!â
Old lady Sage had been in contact with Braydon all these years.
All these years, Braydon had only reported the good news and not the bad news in his letters. As long as it was something good, he would definitely inform her in his letters to make her happy.
âYouâve never seen a War God before?â Luke said in disdain.
âHmph, have you seen one before?â Felix sneered.
In the next moment, Luke released his aura.
An unrestrained terrifying aura burst forth as his long hair fluttered behind his head, making him look like a Great Demon King.
The strong grass in the manorâs lawn was bent, the trees were leaning backward, and no one could straighten their backs!
Felixâs eyes were filled with shock.
He could suppress a hundred blades of grass and ten thousand people!
This kind of aura was the symbol of a War God!
He was a formidable War God!