Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 208 Mysterious Backer

Finnley’s expression froze. “There may have been some misunderstanding…”

“Would there have been no misunderstanding if I were a nob*dy? Would I have died at the Bjorn residence tonight?” Emrys sneered.

Judging from Emrys attitude, Finnley realized the former wasn’t here to negotiate at all. He was dead set on crippling Huxley’s legs. Thus, his expression darkened as he said, “Young man, I presume you’re also from Jazona, right? We’re going to see each other often, so why must we strain our relationship?”

“Haha, so now you think I’m being unreasonably relentless, do you?” Emrys laughed, then suddenly turned and sent Huxley sprawling on the ground with one kick. A flicker of anger flashed in his eyes as he said, “Why didn’t you suggest we sit down and discuss peacefully when you came strutting around flaunting your power in Jadeborough, you son of a b*tch?”

The phrase “might makes right” applied to any era. Even the so–called rules could become ineffective in the face of overwhelming power. This could be seen from Huxley’s off–the–books transaction

records.

If Cordelia Group’s backer hadn’t been Emrys, then this impressive facial mask formula would have inevitably become Huxley’s cash cow.

Similarly, if someone else came to the Bjorn residence seeking justice instead of Emrys, they would probably meet a tragic end.

Now that the Bjorns realized that Emrys was not to be trifled with, they suggested sitting down for a discussion. This left Emrys wondering why they didn’t suggest that from the beginning. They want a

discussion when they realize they can’t win? There’s no such easy way out.

The ways of the world held no sway over the Empyrean Lord.

Therefore, Emrys kicked Huxley right in front of Finnley without hesitation, knocking Huxley down. Immediately after that, he lifted his foot and stomped down on Huxley’s kneecap.

A sharp, crisp sound rang out.

“Ah!”

kneecap shattered, and he instantly shrieked in agony.

The chilling screams sent shivers down the spines of the Bjorns.

He’s ruthless! Showing no mercy at all!

Just as Emrys was about to shatter Huxley’s other kneecap, he heard Finnley’s enraged voice. “Young man, you’d better not push your luck. The Bjorn family is more formidable than you think!”

“Oh?” Emrys lowered his raised foot, a hint of amusement playing across his face.

This was the second time he had heard such words.

Chapter 208 Mysterious Backer

This was precisely why Emrys had ventured alone to confront the Bjorn family.

He wanted to see just how powerful the force behind the Bjorn family truly was to have allowed Huxley such audacity, rendering even the conventional rules of society ineffective against him.

“I’ll give you a chance to come clean and summon the powerful backer behind you,” Emrys said loudly.

Finnley fell into a moment of silence, and his gaze darkened when he saw Emrys lift his foot again. “Young man, since you refuse to heed my advice and insist on courting death, then I will let you have your way!”

A menacing glint flashed past his eyes as he dialed a number and made a call.

Emrys, true to his word, gave him the opportunity as promised. He didn’t shatter Huxley’s other kneecap and instead brought over a chair, placed it next to Huxley’s head, and sat down to wait.

This was yet another immense humiliation.

Huxley roared in agony, “D*mn it! Once Mr. Lambourne arrives, you’re done for, you son of a b*tch!”

“How noisy!” Emrys placed his foot on the man’s neck, “Make one more sound, and I’ll crush your throat,” he threatened.

Huxley immediately fell silent and dared not continue his bluster. However, terrifying flames of fury burned in his eyes as he thought to himself that once Owen Lambourne arrived, he would make sure this despicable man suffered humiliation.

What followed was an agonizingly long wait.

Finally, a dignified, imposing middle–aged man briskly strode toward the Bjorn residence. Even Erwin was astonished upon seeing this man.

The Bjorn’s family backer is him?

Many members of the Bjorn family’s branch wore expressions of confusion. Who is this man?

Most of them didn’t recognize this middle–aged man at all, as if he had never appeared in the Bjorn residence before.

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