Chapter 1219: Not to be Bullied by Outsiders
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Lowell Neal lacked confidence in saving his grandfather, let alone ensuring a safe retreat.
As a junior, Braydon Neal hesitated to intervene in the elders’ conflict, respecting the boundaries of his role.
However, Lowell was his second uncle, and Graham Neal, his grandfather – blood relatives.
Witnessing trouble at the Neal residence, Braydon couldn’t stand idly by.
“Skylar, go back with me!” Braydon declared decisively.
Despite lingering resentment, Skylar Neal obediently followed his brother.
The troubles facing the Neal family surpassed personal grievances; familial bonds demanded their assistance.
In the face of adversity, Skylar didn’t want to witness the Neal family’s downfall, especially before Braydon.
Returning from the Small Divine City, Braydon didn’t rest, immediately passing through the bronze door.
A disorienting sensation engulfed him, but when it subsided, Braydon stood outside the door with Shadow standing nearby.
“Young Master!” greeted Shadow.
“What happened to the Neal residence?” Braydon inquired while walking.
Shadow hesitated but divulged, “Three months ago, the head of the Jo family fell, and Elder Neal faced dire circumstances. Second Master Neal entered the 16th ruin to save him, but there has been no news since.”
“Damn it!”
Braydon quickened his pace, shocked by the tumultuous events of the past six months.
The 72 South Pole giants were formidable beings.
Yet, one had actually fallen.
This head of the Jo family was probably Jayven Neal’s grandfather.
What exactly happened to the Jo family’s head and Graham Neal in the 16th ruin?
Two giants.
One dead.
One was trapped in a desperate situation and faced the danger of death.
Neal residence.
Arriving at the Neal residence, Braydon found the red door tightly shut, unwelcoming.
In front of it, a line of people held boxes with the word ‘Joy.’
A middle-aged man, exuding dignity, stood with a shifty-eyed young man – father and son.
This was probably the Hull family’s ultimate goal.
Braydon arrived on the scene, overhearing the discussions.
His expression turned increasingly cold as he processed the implications.
The Hull family was obviously crossing the line.
The Hull family, taking advantage of the Neal residence’s difficulties, appeared to be seeking a marriage alliance.
However, it was clear that they were adding insult to injury and forcing the Neal family into a corner.
It was even more humiliating for the Neal family to face such a proposal.
Humiliating the Neal family was equivalent to humiliating all the men of the Neal family.
He would not allow such humiliation to befall the family!
Braydon voice cut through the murmurs as he asserted, “Even if the head of the Neal family has fallen, we still have the second generation of disciples, Louis Neal and Lior Neal, as well as the third generation: Braydon Neal, Skylar Neal, and Jayven Neal! The Neal family cannot be humiliated by outsiders!”
His words echoed in the air, capturing attention.
Everyone looked over.
Many martial artists were confused.
They obviously didn’t know Braydon and Skylar.
However, his words did garner the approval of many people.
“He’s right. Even with its decline, the Neal family remains the strongest force on the South Pole Island. The old emperor of the Neal family still lives. The Neal family won’t be bullied by outsiders.”
The crowd began to discuss his remarks, with some expressing agreement.
“Don’t forget, Louis Neal was a giant back then!”
“Louis Neal doesn’t have a good relationship with the Neal family’s big shots. I wonder if he will take over the Neal residence this time.”
The crowd continued discussing.
As Braydon walked through the crowd toward the entrance of the Neal residence, the attention shifted to the leading figure of the marriage proposal team, a middle-aged man with a dignified expression.
His name was Chaim Hull, and standing behind him was his son, Lonn Hull.
“Who are you?” Chaim inquired with dignity as he turned around.
“I am Braydon Neal, the third-generation eldest son of the Neal family,”
Braydon declared boldly.
He revealed his identity without hesitation, prompting surprised reactions from onlookers.
“Louis Neal’s son,” exclaimed someone from the crowd.
“It’s him. There were rumors of his arrival in the South Pole. Supposedly, he’s a martial arts prodigy inheriting his father’s talent,” others chimed in.