Chapter 12

Chapter 12: The Power of the Stuarts

Not long after Bruce White drove Francis Stuart away, a middle-aged man sat calmly in the main seat inside Bright Hall of the Stuarts’ old house. Coldness flashed across his eyes.

“How is it going? Have you investigated everything? Has any one of those people we sent out brought back any news?”

This man was Timothy Stuart, an absolutely big shot in Javon.

Rumor had it that his father was Javoner, but he himself did not grow up in Javon.

He did not come back to Javon until he was thirty.

However, he rose rapidly in the next ten years and no one could stop that from happening.

No one had ever imagined that someday, an outsider would pose a threat to the position of Wallace Liam, the King of Javon.

But it turned out that Timothy Stuart was no ordinary man.. Instead, he was a very ambitious person.

By the time people realized his wild ambitions, it was already too late for anyone to stop him from lording it over the others.

Even Wallace Liam, the old King of Javon, failed to do that.

He had failed to stop Timothy Stuart from rising, and he would continue failing to stop him.

Timothy Stuart was quite literally the King of Javon at the moment. If he stomped on the ground, the entire city would quake.

“Yes, Master, we’ve got some news. That man is called Bruce White, the foster son of the Taylors. He went to jail five years ago for some crime he committed and just got released.”

Boom!

Timothy Stuart flew into a rage. Everyone present in the hall could not help but tremble.

“The nerve of that criminal! How dare he provoke the Stuarts! Master, we definitely should make things difficult for him!”

“The Stuarts have been rather quiet lately. Some people might have even forgotten that we are still in Javon!”

“Master, it’s time to show the Javoners that Javon still belongs to us!”

Everyone in the hall looked hideous, only to different extents.

“Call Jordan. I will speak to him in person.” Everyone quietened down as soon as Timothy Stuart spoke.

Soon, the mobile phone rang. Bruce White looked at the screen and realized the call was for him.

“This is Timothy Stuart. Am I speaking to Bruce White, the man who just got out of jail? Tell me about your conditions. Which do you want, money or your life?”

Timothy Stuart cut to the chase. That was exactly his style.

Decisive!

Cruel!

Clean and lethal!

“Bring a coffin here to pick Jordan Stuart up in three days!” Bruce White replied. The silence lasted for a while before the voice came from the other end of the call again.

“Kid, you’ve got some balls speaking to me like that. No one has ever dared to. I respect your boldness!

“I can’t wait for three days. It’s too long. I will give you one night to be prepared. I hope you will be able to handle the wrath of the Stuarts!”

Timothy Stuart hung up as soon as he finished speaking.

“Almighty, do you want me to…”

A trace of cruelty flashed across Kirin’s eyes. He had finished investigating before he came here. What Timothy Stuart had done deserved at least ten of his deaths.

Bruce White shook his head. Throwing a glance at Jordan Stuart who was lying on the ground, he said, “No, that’s not necessary. Since he wants to pick up his son’s dead body earlier, I will satisfy his wish.”

Kirin nodded. Soon, four powerful auras came from the east, the west, the south, and the north respectively.

“Your subordinate, Green Dragon!”

“Your subordinate, White Tiger!”

“Your subordinate, Red Peacock!”

“Your subordinate, Black Tortoise!”

“Almighty, we give you our greetings!”

…

Not long after Green Dragon and the other three showed up, another group arrived at the Southern Lakes Villas.

It was not a big group. There were only four men.

The leader was an imposing figure. Fair-spoken and elegant in demeanor, he seemed to be a businessman.

He was followed by three old men who were as sound as barrels and whose eyes were vivacious. Apparently, they were great martial artists.

That man was exactly Wallace Liam, the King of Javon in the old days.

He had been informed of what happened to Bruce White by Priscilla Liam. As a brilliant judge of character, he knew Bruce White was an extraordinary man.

He had only brought three men here, but these three were the best the Liams have got.

Kirin came in from outside to report to Bruce White. “Almighty, Wallace Liam is here. He is outside right now.”

…

On the other side, in the old house of the Stuarts, Timothy Stuart narrowed his eyes after hanging up the phone. He was full of killing intent like an aggressive tiger.

“Send some people for the counselors. Tell them the Stuarts will make Javon see blood tomorrow!”

Everyone was shocked.

It was beyond their imagination that Timothy Stuart would send the counselors of the Stuarts to handle a man who had just gotten out of prison.

These counselors were not average men. They were experts the Stuarts spent a lot of money to hire.

Each one of them was literally a top-notch martial artist.

They could not be compared to ordinary martial artists.

The Stuarts knew how powerful a top-notch martial artist could be because Timothy Stuart was one himself.

Otherwise, he would not have risen so fast and Wallace Liam would not have seen him as a threat.

A top-notch martial artist!

A man like that could fight one hundred people alone. That was no joke.

Rumor had it that there were even people stronger than top-notch martial artists in the battle division, called the Kings of War, the Gods of War, and the Military Lords.

But after all, that was the battle division. Those Kings of War and Gods of War were all generals or commanders.

In contrast, top-notch martial artists were almost invincible among common people.

No force would underestimate the power of a top-notch martial artist. Neither would they have the nerve to offend one.

Because if they did that, the price would be too high and too awful.

Take Wallace Liam as an example. The only reason he did not want to offend the Stuarts was because he was afraid Timothy Stuart would take revenge.

It was not difficult to get rid of the ordinary opponents, but to get rid of a top-notch martial artist was nearly impossible.

Timothy Stuart was going to send out all of the top-notch martial artists the Stuarts had. Apparently, he was determined to use Bruce White to reestablish his prestige.

The staff of the Stuarts understood Timothy Stuart’s intention so they hurried to get prepared.

On this day, all forces under the leadership of the Stuarts in Javon headed for the old house of the family.

It was much quieter on the streets. No one was dominating the market, running amuck, or killing people in bright daylight inside those dark corners of the city.

The entire city was unusually quiet, but the quietness was disconcerting. Everyone could tell that something terrible was about to happen.

The next morning, it began drizzling in Javon. It was September. The drizzles looked like willow catkins flying in the air.

More than one thousand people gathered in front of the old house of the Stuarts.

Timothy Stuart was at the front of the group and behind him stood four energetic old men.

Obviously, these four were the counselors hired by Timothy Stuart. Despite their old age, they were genuine top-notch martial artists.

“Have you informed the Executive Bureau?” Timothy Stuart asked.

It was unrealistic that the Executive Bureau would not show up at all since he was sure there would have been a great disturbance.

He only wanted the Executive Bureau to show up a little more slowly. To be precise, he did not expect them to show up until he took care of Bruce White.

“I couldn’t get through to the Executive Bureau. No one can.” Francis Stuart was puzzled.

“Then, forget it. The Stuarts are causing such a big disturbance. They should have been informed somehow. Now that you couldn’t get through to them, just leave it.”

Then, Francis Stuart looked at the crowd. Raising his arm, he shouted, “Let’s go!”

The crowd of more than one thousand people started to move right away.

Soon, a fleet of vehicles composed of hundreds of cars left for the Southern Lakes Villas with great fanfare.