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News of Old Master Mike Taylor being imprisoned would surely set the entire Capital City ablaze!
As the most ruthless of the Taylor family, Kylan Taylor could not tolerate this!
At his single call, countless people gathered at the Taylor familyâs Estate!
These people included martial artists as well as local law enforcement!
Looking around, there were over a hundred martial artists alone!
Furthermore, more than half of them were top-tier martial artists above the realm of Grandmaster!
Such a large-scale gathering had probably never been seen before!
Hundreds of people stood in the Taylor familyâs manor, all waiting for Kylan Taylorâs command.
Kylan Taylor, holding a cigar, coldly said: âWhoever fucking dares to stop me, Iâll kill!â
âYes!â
All the martial artists shouted loudly, shaking the heavens!
âRumble, rumbleâ¦â
One after another, helicopters slowly approached from the distance, stopping inside the manor.
A row of luxury cars was even more extensive than the other, showing great strength!
Kylan Taylor and the others took the lead in boarding the helicopters, heading towards North Province Island in grand fashion!
At this moment, Ivan Dillon didnât know what had happened.
As the absolute ruler of North Province Island, Ivan Dillon was almost equivalent to a local king.
As long as he didnât provoke the people from Capital City, Ivan Dillon could enjoy just about everything.
But he never expected his nephew to get him into trouble.
The helicopter passed through the sky and slowly descended to the North Province Islandâs central office building.
As soon as they touched down, Kylan Taylor stepped off the helicopter.
At his side, there were dozens of martial artists, all of whom were waiting for Kylan Taylorâs orders.
Kylan Taylor blew out a smoke ring and then strode towards the office.
The security guards in the office were stunned by this scene.
They hurriedly approached, whispering: âSir, who are you looking for?â
âGet lost!â Kylan Taylor slapped him aside with a single stroke.
âSir, this is Ivan Dillonâs place; donât get yourself in trouble!â A security guard braced himself to speak.
Kylan Taylor sneered: âIvan Dillon? Who do you think he is? Get lost!â
People rushed all around, unstoppable!
All the top martial artists in the office combined could not block their path!
Upstairs, in the office.
A man in white, bald and leisurely sipping tea, looked down at the scene outside the window, feeling very satisfied.
Just then, Ivan Dillonâs secretary rushed in, flustered and panicked.
âMr. Dillon, we have a problem!â The secretary gasped for breath.
Ivan Dillon furrowed his brows, asking: âWhatâs the matter, youâre all flustered?â
The secretary swallowed, saying: âA group of people just came downstairs and started attacking everyone they saw!â
âOh?â Ivan Dillon raised an eyebrow.
âSend the security team to handle it,â Ivan Dillon didnât take the matter seriously, as there were always reckless people every year.
The secretary wryly smiled: âThe security team⦠was completely outmatched.â
Hearing this, Ivan Dillonâs face changed dramatically.
It was no small matter that even his elite security guards, consisting of several Grandmasters, were no match for the attackers!
Who the heck were these people?
âWhoâs leading them?â Ivan Dillon put down his cup of tea and asked urgently.
âMe!â
At that moment, the office door was kicked open.
Kylan Taylor, tall and muscular, swaggered into the room.
Upon seeing Kylan Taylor, Ivan Dillonâs face turned extremely ugly!
This was the eldest son of the Taylor family! One of the real power holders in the family!
âMr⦠Mr. Taylor, what brings you here, with such a show of forceâ¦â Ivan Dillon hurriedly approached.
Kylan Taylor coldly eyed Ivan Dillon and said: âWhy am I here? Ivan Dillon, youâre really living it up now, huh?â
Ivan Dillon, somewhat puzzled, said: âMr⦠Mr. Taylor, I donât understand what youâre talking about!â
âDonât understand?â A flash of icy coldness appeared in Kylan Taylorâs eyes, and then he slapped Ivan Dillon across the face!
The domineering ruler of North Province Island, in full view of everyone, was slapped twice!
Most importantly, Ivan Dillon didnât dare fight back!
âArrest him!â Kylan Taylor coldly ordered.
Two Grandmasters immediately stepped forward, reaching out to grab Ivan Dillonâs neck and pressing him onto the table.
Ivan Dillon was horrified; he desperately said: âMr. Taylor, even if you want to kill me, you have to give me a reason. I⦠I really donât know where I offended youâ¦â
âDonât know?â Kylan Taylor stepped forward and grabbed Ivan Dillonâs hair with one hand.
âMy dad is being held captive on your North Province Island, and you say you donât know about it?â Kylan Taylor said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Ivan Dillon was almost scared to death!
Old Master Taylor had encountered trouble on North Province Island? How could this be?
âMr. Taylor, I swear this matter has nothing to do with me. I⦠Iâll investigate right now, okay?â Ivan Dillon anxiously said.
Kylan Taylor sneered: âItâs too late! Iâll find the person myself.â
âAs for you, be more careful in your next life.â Kylan Taylor smirked.
Ivan Dillonâs face turned extremely pale. In desperation, he shouted at his secretary: âWhatâs going on? Why wasnât I told when Old Master Taylor came to North Province Island? Also, who laid hands on Old Master Taylor? Iâll skin them alive!â
The secretary opened his mouth and softly said: âYour nephew, Brandon Lee, just kidnapped an old man. I donât know if itâs Old Master Taylor or notâ¦â
Nephew?
Ivan Dillon wanted to die!
At this rate, even jumping into the Yellow River couldnât clear his name!
âYour nephew kidnapped my dad and wants me to apologize to him. Ivan Dillon, youâre something else,â Kylan Taylor squinted his eyes as he said.
Just as Ivan Dillon was about to speak, Kylan Taylor landed a kick on his calf!
With a âcrackâ sound, Ivan Dillonâs calf bent backward at an unnatural angle!
âAhh!!â Ivan Dillon roared in pain.
âNo shouting!â Kylan Taylor coldly reproached.
Ivan Dillon bit down on his teeth, enduring the pain.
âMr⦠Mr. Taylor, can you give me a chance? Iâll go settle the score with him right now!â Ivan Dillon said with a stiff upper lip.
âEven if you want to kill me, shouldnât you find Old Master Taylor first?â
Kylan Taylor coldly glanced at Ivan Dillon and snorted: âFine, Iâll let you live a few more minutes.â
âGo find the person right now!â Kylan Taylor roared.
The two Grandmasters at his side immediately released Ivan Dillon.
Ivan Dillon quickly took out his phone and called Morales.
âDid you guys kidnap an old man?â Ivan Dillon asked urgently.
Morales on the other end of the line replied: âYes, it was your nephew who told us to do it, Mr. Dillon. Whatâs wrong?â
Ivan Dillon clenched his teeth in anger and said: âWhere is he now!â
âIn the warehouse by the shore,â Morales said.
Ivan Dillon quickly hung up the phone.
His lips trembling, he looked at Kylan Taylor and said: âMr. Taylor, I⦠Iâm going to find Old Master Taylor right nowâ¦â