Chapter 629

Graham Clarke’s branch family was in a complete uproar!

Soon after Graham gave his orders, another servant rushed into the hall and fell on their knees,

weeping, “Old Master Graham! OId Master Gerard and Young Master have been grievously wounded

and rendered immobile!”

Whoosh!

This piece of tragic news once more took Graham off-guard. He lost his balance and fell back onto his

armchair, fighting to catch his breath!

He only recovered slightly when a servant hurriedly offered him some medicine.

“That b*stard, that little b*stard! Why do we have such an unfilial son in our ranks! The main family is

doomed, I say, doomed!”

Graham cried at the top of his lungs and then slowly struggled to his feet like a man twice his age. He

leaned on his black dragon cane and smashed it into the marble floor, barking, “Heed my orders!

Gather all of our forces immediately and storm the main family! I will go to the enforcement hall now

and request their intervention. We must make that useless brat pay, an eye for an eye!”

With those orders, everyone else hurried out of the fortress-like mansion.

All of Graham’s generation’s forces from the branch family leaped into action at once!

From above, one could see hundreds of guards in black, all armed to the teeth and gathered at the

open space outside Graham’s hall!

They were locked and ready to move out!

Inside the hall, Graham sat in his armchair, looking at Jean’s corpse at his feet. His eyes glistened with

tears.

He survived his own grandson!

That was a tragedy that he could not tolerate, not as the leader of this branch. He must make them

pay!

Just as he was about to walk out of the hall, however…

A man in a black assassin’s suit suddenly appeared at the door. He wore a large cap and a mask,

revealing only his eyes.

His gaze was cold, heartless, and filled with contempt.

The only eye-catching thing about him was the golden insignia at his collar.

It was a short dagger!

The symbol of the Shadow Squadron!

He was part of the Shadow Squadron, the master of the family Roger Clarke’s elite guard!

There were only thirty-six members of the entire squadron, and they only obeyed Roger himself!

Every master of the family could establish their own Shadow Squadron!

The man’s appearance sent a shudder through Graham’s body, and his presence immediately

weakened slightly.

The Shadow Squadron was close to the center of authority here. They were just like a dagger who

could pierce the heart of any enemy!

The organization itself was extremely mysterious.

Even the other men of the Clarke family had never seen the members’ true faces.

Swoosh!

The man raised his hand and shot out a sun-shaped flying dagger with thirteen spikes. It quickly and

decisively grazed Graham’s ear, sinking into the white wall behind him.

“The master’s orders. Master Graham’s branch family must not resist. The master will deal with this

matter fairly, and make sure justice is served for your branch. As such, Old Master Graham, kindly do

not take a step out of this castle.”

The man hidden in the darkness conveyed his message.

He was cold.

There was no other way to describe it.

The moment he spoke, the temperature in the hall plunged by several dozen degrees.

It was bone-piercingly cold.

The corners of Graham’s mouth shook. He was frustrated, slamming his black dragon cane onto the

ground as he said icily, “That brat Philip maimed my brother and great-nephew, and he even killed my

grandson. I will avenge them!

“He ignored the first family rule and hurt other members of the family. He has no right to inherit the

main family!”

Graham was furious, his red scarlet!

The figure in front of him continued, “Gerard and Canon Clarke deserved that punishment. So what if

they were maimed? They hurt Master Philip’s wife and daughter, so logically their entire families should

be exterminated. Nevertheless, the master has stated that he would prefer to let bygones be bygones,

since we are all a family, after all. The master will judge the fairness of this matter, so please do not

disobey his orders, Old Master Graham.”

With that, the stranger disappeared from the hall, leaving Graham stunned and alone inside.

Graham clenched his hands into fists, sparks of anger flying from his eyes. Through gritted teeth, he

said, “So that’s your decision! Roger Clarke!”

Several minutes later, in the castle above the clouds at the very heart of Arcadia.

“How did it go?”

The voice was old and weak, its owner clearly on his deathbed.

“The deed is done, Master.”

The person in the shadows replied.

“Alright. Send Seventeen to Riverdale, tell them to follow Phil until he returns here. The rest will be his

to settle.”

“Yes, Master.”