Chapter 1377 - Chapter 1377: The Royal Arnault Family
The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray
Jeffrey was extremely satisfied. He looked at Lucas proudly and said, âKid, do you know now that youâre not qualified to be the King of DC at all?â
Lucas looked at Jeffrey and suddenly smiled. âKing? Iâve never thought about it. Iâm a god. Why should I lower myself?â
As soon as he said this, everyone was stunned!
Iâm a god. Why should I lower myself?
!!
Lucas had such a big tone!
He was clearly saying that he disdained to be a king because his status was higher than a kingâs!
How presumptuous!
How arrogant!
How unbelievable!
Edmund and the others, who were following Lucas under immense pressure, were instantly roused by Lucasâs seemingly arrogant words!
In particular, Edmund, who already knew Lucasâs previous identity, knew even more clearly that Lucas wasnât spouting nonsense. Instead, it was a glaring fact!
Back in Calico, Lucas had been known as the invincible God of War!
He was absolutely worthy of the sentence âIâm a godâ.
Previously, Lucas had been the leader of the Falcon Regiment in Calico, and his status had long surpassed everyone elseâs. Even the helmsmen of the US royal family branches didnât dare to offend him easily.
As for a mere King of DC, Lucas really didnât take it seriously!
But Jeffrey and the people standing beside him didnât know Lucasâs identity. They only thought that Lucas had gone crazy and spoke nonsense.
âHeh, kid, I originally thought that you had some ability. Itâs common for high-spirited young men to be proud. However, I didnât expect you to be so arrogant. You were only praised a little, but you really think that youâre invincible in the world. You even called yourself such a ridiculous word like god!â Jeffreyâs eyes were full of disappointment and mockery toward Lucas.
âI was planning to spare your life on account of your ability and make you loyal to me. But now, I realize that thereâs no value in keeping you around! You can die now!â
Jeffrey very domineeringly announced Lucasâs death.
Rayson felt his hair stand on end. He had seen some of Lucasâs strength. He was afraid that Jeffrey would underestimate his enemy and allow Lucas to escape, so he hurriedly whispered in Jeffreyâs ear, âMr. Arnault, donât underestimate this punk! He has some strange skills. Donât let him escape!â Jace said unhappily, âOld man, donât flatter Lucas Gray! He does have some martial arts skills, but so what? We have so many people now. Canât we control one person?â
Of course, Jace knew that Lucasâs martial arts skills were not just a little powerful, but extremely powerful. Even the peerless experts of the Hills, a royal family branch, couldnât do anything to Lucas. Instead, he himself had almost died in Lucasâs hands several times.
But no matter how good his martial arts skills were, enough ants could still bite an elephant to death. Now, the Arnaults and five of the eight top families in DC were ganging up on Lucas. Jace didnât believe that he could survive!
As for the Parkers, the Hales, and the other families who were still by Lucasâs side, in Jaceâs opinion, they were just second-tier families. Furthermore, they were bumpkins who had just come to DC. They were nothing to worry about.
Rayson was afraid that Lucas would run away or settle scores with him after he regrouped. He was also anxious to show Jeffrey his determination to completely draw a line between himself and Lucas. He gritted his teeth and said, âLucas Gray, you will only bring about your own destruction if you commit too many evil acts. You have done so much evil in DC by relying on your martial arts skills. Today is the day you receive retribution!â
Greg said sharply, âThatâs right! Lucas Gray, you have done many evil acts, and you deserved to die long ago. Itâs time for you to pay with your life for my grandsonâs life!â
âThatâs right! Lucas Gray should have died long ago! Kill him!â
âKill Lucas Gray! Eliminate evil!â
âKill him!â
Everyone standing behind Jeffrey spoke up one after another, wanting to kill Lucas.
On the one hand, they naturally wanted to kill Lucas to feel at ease. On the other hand, they wanted to make their stand clear to Jeffrey.
Lucas could really be said to be condemned by everyone!
However, Lucasâs expression remained unchanged. There was even a faint smile on the corner of his lips, as though he didnât care about the calls for him to die. Instead, he found it ridiculous.
âYouâre too noisy and talking too much nonsense. Iâm right here. If you want to take my life, then come at me!â Lucas said with a smile.
Jeffrey narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flickered in them. âKid, since you have a death wish, then Iâll help you!â
He waved his hand. Instantly, an old man in his sixties wearing a black martial arts suit walked out from behind him.
The old man walked in front of Lucas expressionlessly and stood four meters away from him. He said coldly, âYoung man, itâs good to be a little proud, but if you donât know whatâs good for you, you will only die!â
âItâs Nameless!â Oscarâs expression changed when he saw the old manâs face. He hurriedly whispered into Lucasâs ear, âMr. Gray, heâs Nameless, one of the two top experts of the Arnaults!
âNameless also has a brother named Joyless. Heâs the other top expert of the Arnaults. Heâs standing behind Jeffrey now! Theyâre extremely powerful, and theyâre Jeffrey Arnaultâs right-hand men. You have to be careful!
âAlso, Jeffrey Arnault isnât an ordinary person either. I heard from my father that he might be from the royal Arnault family, one of the nine royal family branches. Those people arenât to be trifled with!â
Oscar was extremely nervous and afraid that Lucas would lose, so he quickly told him everything he knew.
The royal Arnault family?
This information surprised Lucas.
It was no wonder the helmsmen of the eight top families were so afraid and respectful in front of Jeffrey. It turned out that Jeffrey was related to the royal Arnaults.
However, let alone the fact that Jeffrey had some unknown relationship with the royal Arnaults, even if the person standing in front of Lucas was the helmsman of the royal Arnaults, he wouldnât pay him much attention.
âKid, Iâll give you a choice. Will you choose to end your own life or die by my hands? Choose for yourself!â Nameless raised his head arrogantly, looking as if he couldnât be bothered to fight against Lucas.
Lucas ignored him and looked at Jeffrey, who was standing behind him. âMr. Arnault, are you sure you want to attack me?â
Although he wasnât afraid of the royal Arnaults, he would be happy to have less trouble.
If he could avoid becoming enemies with the Arnaults, he was willing to give it a try.
But Jeffrey clearly thought that Lucas was afraid and didnât dare to fight against his person, so he became even more arrogant and smug.
âWhatâs wrong, kid? Are you afraid?â Jeffrey narrowed his eyes playfully. âIf youâre afraid now, then kneel down and prostrate to me to beg for mercy. Then chop off your hands and become a slave of the Arnaults. Maybe Iâll spare your life!â
Now that he was old, he hated to see young people who thought they were outstanding and powerful. All of them were extremely arrogant and didnât take an elderly person like him seriously. They needed to be taught a lesson!
If he could cut off the wings of an extraordinary young man and make him fall to the ground for him to trample on at will, it would be a great joy!