LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Jun Chester finished the noodle soup Lyvia had made for him. By now, night had fallen outside. The rain had also stopped.

Jun Chester had wanted to change into a fresh set of clothes before going to Dragon Hill. But on second thought, there would be bloodshed tonight. Didn’t want to stain any new clothes. So he went as he was, taking Hugh Garner with him to Dragon Hill.

Meanwhile at Dragon Hill, the rain had also ceased. The moon hung brightly overhead, surrounded by countless stars. A light breeze blew, slightly cool, rustling everything at Dragon Hill. It was the kind of night that comes after an autumn rain, crisp and clear.

At the base of the hill stood a paifang, a memorial arch made of white marble. Luxury cars now streamed through, one after another. Each carried young successors of the Garner Stonehouse clan. Some even surpassed James Garner in martial strength, though they lacked status as Bradford’s direct descendants.

One young man bearing a resemblance to James drove while grumbling to himself, “I went to the Cradleland Chapel headquarters earlier this year and got some pointers from their preacher master. I could kill James Garner in a hundred moves now, but Master still treats me as expendable. It’s heartbreaking!”

In the passenger seat next to him, a beautiful young woman gave a bitter laugh. “You think you have it bad? I beat James Garner in the last clan competition three years ago, but what did I get? One lash from Master.”

The young man raised an eyebrow at her. “Then you should have seduced James into berating Bradford!”

The woman’s expression chilled. “Seduce James? He’s not worth it.” She examined her own hands as if talking to herself, “I’d rather seduce Jun Chester, that little bastard. I heard he gave James quite a fright at the Cradleland Club the other day.”

The man gave a cold chuckle. “Jun Chester’s dead.”

The woman’s face changed. “Who killed him?”

“Who else? Master of course. Or rather, that old dog Amir by his side.”

The woman fell silent for a good half minute before replying coldly, “What a shame.”

The man snorted. “James is Master’s precious baby. After the scare Jun Chester gave him, of course the bastard had to die to restore James’ confidence.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

The woman asked suddenly, “Why did the old geezer summon us back in such a hurry anyway?”

The man thought for a moment. “Good news. I heard he stole a treasure from Jun Chester’s old residence – a huge piece of Dark Gold Silk that can be tailored into three precious robes!”

The woman’s expression shifted dramatically. “Dark Gold Silk?”

The man nodded. “That’s right, Dark Gold Silk. Only enough for three robes. Old Master is keeping one for himself and giving one to James. As for the third…” He smirked. “Don’t even think about fighting me for it, or I’ll kill you!”

The woman’s face clouded and cleared repeatedly. “What about Jun Chester’s corpse?”

The man laughed evilly. “What, you want to seduce a dead man now? No use!”

The woman’s face was icy. “Jun Chester was one of the rare Pyrokinetics. His marrow could be extracted to make Pyrokinetic Pellets!”

The man laughed again. “Useless to you, it’ll just grow you body hair!”

The woman gave a cold humph. “Kennedy Garner, that foul mouth of yours will be the death of you someday.”

The man just laughed. “See how anxious you are! Relax, I’m joking. There’s enough of Jun Chester’s corpse to extract multiple Pyrokinetic Pellets. I’ll grab some extras and give you one! After all, you’re Margaret Lovall’s personal disciple. Even if I don’t give you face, I have to give her face!”

The woman said nothing more.

Kennedy looked her up and down with a grin. “Quinn, you grew up in Mycintia your whole life. Are all Mycintia women such prudes?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Quinn flicked her sleeve, sending a Mycintia dart shooting at his face like a ray of silver.

But Kennedy didn’t even move the hand on the steering wheel. With his other hand, he simply raised two fingers to pinch the dart out of the air.

Quinn’s face changed dramatically. “You… you actually…”

Kennedy smiled. “I went to Cradleland Chapel again last week. This time, Kennedy Garner succeeded in breaking through his Ethereal Core shackles.”

Shock covered Quinn’s face. Kennedy’s smile vanished, his gaze turning cold as he continued, “Do me a favor tonight. When Amir brings back Jun Chester’s corpse, help me rip off one of his arms. Then tell Bradford that Margaret Lovall wants Jun Chester’s arm. Bradford won’t dare refuse Margaret’s face. That’s how you’ll get it out for me!”

Quinn was flabbergasted. “You’re the one who wants his arm!”

Kennedy shook his head. “Not just me. Cradleland Chapel’s preacher master wants it too! So tear off both Jun Chester’s arms! Find a place to meet me later and I’ll trade you one of the Dark Gold Silk robes for it! Fortune favors the bold, and I believe you’re a smart woman.”

Quinn’s eyes narrowed as she replied coldly, “Deal.”

But just then, a male voice sounded from the backseat. “Did you think to ask the person in question?”

The man in the backseat was none other than Jun Chester.

Both Kennedy and Quinn’s faces changed dramatically at the sound of Jun Chester’s voice. They whipped their heads around to look behind them at the same moment.

At almost the same time, Kennedy slammed the brakes, bringing the SUV to a screeching halt.

He didn’t recognize Jun Chester and asked harshly, “Who are you?”

The quicker-witted Quinn connected Jun Chester’s words to his identity right away. “You’re Jun Chester?”

Jun Chester didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached between the seats and grabbed Kennedy’s neck. He didn’t seem to use much force, yet a crisp crack rang out as Kennedy’s neck broke.

Jun Chester spoke again. “Since you’re from Cradleland Chapel, I won’t ask questions. You all deserve to die!”

He looked to Quinn in the passenger seat. “Drive. Go pick up someone halfway up the hillside. I told him to wait there – Hugh Garner.”