Chapter 126: Chapter 126 - Grandmaster Revealed
Scarface erupted into wild laughter from the sidelines!
"Marshall Clive, are these the people you’ve trained? What a worthless bunch!" he sneered coldly.
Marshall Clive had clearly panicked, but with things having reached this point, he had no other options left.
"There’s no deep hatred between us. Back then, I spared your life!" Marshall shouted frantically.
Scarface smirked. "Oh, I remember your kindness. So today, I won’t kill you. As long as you kneel before me and leave South City, how about that?"
"Impossible! Don’t even think about it!" Marshall gritted his teeth in response.
Scarface said grimly, "Then don’t blame me for being ruthless. Today, none of you will walk out of here!"
With that, he slowly rose to his feet.
Hearing those words, Marshall’s subordinates immediately descended into panic.
They anxiously pleaded, "Mr. Clive, just beg this big brother for mercy already!"
"Yeah, you can’t drag us down with you. We don’t want to die!"
"Marshall Clive, stop being so selfish!"
Their shouts darkened Marshall’s expression even further.
Biting down hard, he suddenly shouted, "I’m telling you, this Mr. Raymond is from the Sean Family of the Capital City. If you dare touch him, the Sean family will not let you off!"
"The Sean Family of the Capital City?" Scarface’s brows furrowed slightly.
He glanced at me, then sneered, "You think you can scare me? Someone from the Sean family—can someone like you even associate with them?"
Marshall shouted in frustration, "Believe it or not! He’s the beloved of Miss Sean herself!"
Scarface clearly didn’t buy it.
I could tell he thought it impossible that Miss Sean of the Sean Family would fancy someone associated with Marshall Clive.
Though doubting the claim, Scarface still seemed unwilling to take that risk.
Sizing me up, he remarked, "You can leave. Today’s events have nothing to do with you."
Marshall’s expression changed dramatically—if I left, his leverage would become useless!
He looked at me nervously, fear evident in his eyes that I might agree.
The room fell into utter silence, every eye fixating on me.
"Apologies," I finally spoke.
I slowly stood up, shook my head, and said, "I promised to help Mr. Clive, so there’s no way I’m leaving."
"Mr. Raymond!" Marshall was so moved, he nearly burst into tears.
He hadn’t expected me to step forward at such a crucial moment!
Scarface’s face darkened as he coldly said, "Kid, don’t push your luck! Even if you’re from the Sean family, I can kill you and flee overseas!"
I chuckled. "Relax. I have no connection to the Sean family."
"Mr. Raymond, you..." Marshall was speechless. At this point, why wouldn’t I leverage the Sean family? He clearly thought I was being foolish.
"Mason Raymond, are you crazy?"
"If you’re not with the Sean family, what are you even doing here? Who needs you?"
Others nearby began hurling insults at me.
Scarface looked slightly amused and asked, "Is that really true?"
I smirked. "What do you think?"
"Hahaha, as I suspected! The Sean family would never associate with someone like Marshall Clive!" Scarface finally relaxed.
Looking at Marshall, he sneered, "Got any last words? Spit them out now."
Marshall’s despair was complete. His plan to intimidate Scarface with the Sean family had backfired due to my revelation.
"Falling into your hands—guess I’m just unlucky." Marshall took a deep breath.
"If you’re going to make a move, just do it!" He feigned composure and spoke firmly.
Scarface sneered, "Then don’t say I didn’t warn you!"
With that, he charged directly at Marshall.
"Mr. Clive, if you’re willing to give me ten percent of Apollo Leah’s shares, I can save your life," I spoke up again.
"Save me?" Marshall shook his head skeptically.
"What makes you think you can save me? Do you think anyone still believes your connection to the Sean family?"
I replied calmly, "I don’t need the Sean family. I only need to beat him."
Everyone looked stunned.
I could practically hear their thoughts. Beat Scarface? Even Apollo Leah couldn’t match him—and me? What chance did they think I had?
"Mr. Raymond, just leave." Marshall waved his hand weakly.
"Marshall Clive, this is your last chance. Believe it or not, that’s up to you." I poured myself a glass of water and spoke serenely.
Looking at my composed demeanor, Marshall seemed torn.
"Arrogant brat! I’ll deal with Marshall Clive first, then I’ll handle you!" Scarface shouted angrily and reached for Marshall.
Biting his lips in desperation, Marshall suddenly shouted, "Mr. Raymond, I’ll do it!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Scarface’s hand was already inches away from Marshall!
At such close range, no one thought I could possibly intervene in time...
I flicked my fingers, sending a droplet of water flying.
A loud "bang" echoed, and Scarface’s hand was immediately forced back!
A thin trail of blood began trickling down his hand.
Everyone stared in shock at what I’d just done!
Marshall couldn’t contain his elation. He shouted ecstatically, "Thank you, Mr. Raymond, for saving me!"
I slowly stood, gave Marshall a sidelong glance, and calmly said, "Don’t forget about the ten percent of shares."
"Yes, yes, absolutely!" Marshall nodded fervently.
Not far away, Scarface wiped the blood off his hand, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Using Inner Strength to wrap water droplets? Impressive. I didn’t know South City had such experts."
I shook my head and smiled. "You’re mistaken. That wasn’t Inner Strength."
"Not Inner Strength? Then what is it?" Scarface asked with a frown.
"Not telling." I grinned slyly.
Scarface’s face darkened as he snorted, "You think you can beat me with that trick? No way! Let me show you what I’m truly capable of!"
With those words, he summoned all his Inner Strength, raising his energy to its peak!
His terrifying aura instantly consumed the room!
The powerful oppressive force caused everyone’s expression to drastically change!
The cups on the tabletop even shattered instantly!
"An Inner Strength Grandmaster! He’s an Inner Strength Grandmaster!" someone shouted in alarm.
"Beneath a Grandmaster, we’re all mere ants. This—this is nothing short of Dimension Reduction Attack!"
Feeling the aura from Scarface, the shred of hope that the others had was instantly extinguished!
"So you really are a Grandmaster..." Marshall murmured in utter despair.
Inner Strength Grandmasters were exceedingly rare in all of South City. Wherever they went, power followed.
"Let me tell you the truth. Money has never been what I’m after. This time, I’ve come back solely for revenge!" Scarface said coldly.
