Drakon of the Seven Armies

Chapter 12

Mr. Sutton trembled with fury at Beefy Bob’s words. He’d spent so many years at the Merck family that everyone, aside from the three heads of the biggest families, treated him with respect. Yet today, he’d been called an old fogey and mocked by Beefy Bob. His blood boiled. He bared his teeth and growled. “Alright, then. I’ll give you a taste of my Thunderclap Fist.” There was a change in his aura after that. The veins on his hands bulged, and he dashed at Beefy Bob with his fists raised.

When the bodyguards saw him in action, excited and expectant smiles formed on their faces. The Thunderclap Fist was Mr. Sutton’s signature move. It was fatal to anyone on the receiving end of it—this was the end of Beefy Bob! None of the bodyguards doubted this.

When Beefy Bob sensed the energy pulsing in Mr. Sutton’s body, his expression became slightly more serious. As Mr. Sutton’s fists approached, he grinned and took up an attacking stance. The two fists met with a loud bang. Mr. Sutton’s menacing smile instantly dropped when he sensed the immense and domineering energy coming from Beefy Bob’s fist.

“Spiritual energy?” he cried. Then, a sharp pain coming from his chest shot through him. He seemed to hear the sound of his breastbone breaking, and his eyes widened as he was sent flying. A deadly silence descended upon the living room after Mr. Sutton crashed against the wall with a loud bang.

Edward and Margaret were dumbfounded while the bodyguards gaped. They had yet to process what had happened. When Mr. Sutton spat out a mouthful of blood, the bodyguards were pulled out of their reverie and ran over to him.

“Damn, he really couldn’t handle a single attack of mine. He’s lucky he was up against me,” Beefy Bob mumbled before standing behind Isaac. He meant that if Mr. Sutton had been up against Isaac, he probably would have died.

Mr. Sutton clutched a hand to his injured chest as two bodyguards helped him up. He glared at Isaac and Beefy Bob with red eyes, blood trickling from his mouth. Then, he turned to look at Margaret and Edward, saying menacingly, “So this is how it is. Wonderful! I’ll definitely return the favor tenfold!”

The bodyguards helped him out of the villa, practically fleeing with their tails between their legs. If even Mr. Sutton had ended up like this, there was no doubt they’d die if they were to go up against Isaac and Beefy Bob.

The atmosphere in the living room was so tense that it was suffocating, especially for Edward, Margaret, and Andrew. At this moment, the door to one of the bedrooms swung open with a creak. George hurried out, looking anxious. His assistant and Allegra were behind him. Allegra had some dark brown ointment over her scar, and she shuffled out with her head lowered.

George hurried over to Isaac, looking nervous and pleading as he said, “Mr. Garten, Miss Booth’s face will be completely restored by tomorrow morning. My grandson…”

“Once Ally’s cured, your grandson will be back home safe and sound.” Isaac glanced at him before walking toward Allegra.

George remained rooted to the spot. His blood was boiling, but he didn’t dare show it.

“What are you still standing there for? Get lost,” Beefy Bob said.

George trembled and scowled, but he didn’t dare make a sound. He turned to see Isaac already standing next to Allegra. After a moment’s hesitation, he dashed out of the villa. He just couldn’t understand how his grandson—halfway across the planet—had suddenly gotten abducted. In fact, Beefy Bob was the one to inform him of this. After getting into the car, he took a deep breath before exhaling loudly.

His assistant got into the driver’s seat and started the car, gnashing his teeth as he said, “Mr. Crowe, those two bastards have gone too far, using your grandson to threaten you!”

George’s eyes snapped open. He said through gritted teeth, “Regardless of whether my grandson is unharmed, there’s no way those two can be allowed to remain in Cloud City. Start driving.”

In the living room, Isaac held onto Allegra’s arm. She tried to break free, but when she realized she couldn’t, she allowed him to pull her along. When they were almost at the foyer, Margaret started shrieking like a banshee. “Allegra, don’t you dare step foot in my home if you insist on getting involved with that bastard! If you leave with him, the Booth family will disown you!”

Allegra skidded to a stop and trembled. She bit her lip hard, looking like she wanted to say something but not knowing how to. Isaac frowned. Was Margaret forcing Allegra to choose?

“Allegra, you need to think this through. If you leave with him, you’ll become an enemy of the Booth family.” Edward gritted his teeth and glared at Allegra with bloodshot eyes.

As expected of these siblings—they were oddly in sync regarding these things.

Allegra trembled even more. They were her biological mother and uncle, yet they were forcing her to choose. She felt tormented.

At this moment, Andrew pointed at her and roared, “Fuck off, you ugly bitch! If you leave, I guarantee you’ll live a life worse than death, you heartless monster!”

Isaac’s eyes flashed coldly at his words, and he turned to walk toward him. However, Allegra stopped him and linked arms with him. “I’ll go with you.” Her eyes were filled with tears, but there was no mistaking the determination in her eyes. She didn’t want to argue with her mother and uncle anymore—what did it matter whether she stayed or left?

Edward and the others watched as Allegra and Isaac left the villa arm in arm. Margaret’s eyes widened, and her lips trembled. She shrieked, “Allegra Booth, you’re disowned from this moment on. Don’t you dare step foot here in the future!” She could not accept that her daughter had gone against her wishes and left with a savage man!

As Isaac and Allegra walked down the steps, she suddenly flung his arm away. Tears streaked down her face as she cried. “Who the hell are you? Even if you’re Isaac’s prison mate, why did you come all the way here to cause such trouble for me? I’ve already lost my home, and now I’ve lost my family. What are Isabella and I going to do from now on?”

She sobbed hysterically, unable to understand why she’d decided to leave with Isaac. Why had she chosen him over her family? Now, her heart twisted at the thought of Isabella and the hurtful words her mother and uncle had uttered.

Isaac pulled her into his embrace and said softly, “Don’t cry. I’ll make them beg you for forgiveness and patch things up with them. Come on. Let’s go back to the hotel to get some rest. Before that, we have to pick Isabella up.”

Verrington Villas, Cloud City. Five luxurious cars sped toward the Merck family’s villa. At the entrance, a middle-aged man got out of one of the Maybachs. He was wearing a dark blue T-shirt and had a Vacheron Constantin watch on. He frowned while hurrying into the villa.

The maids who were bustling around the garden and living room immediately stopped working when they saw him and bowed respectfully, saying, “Good day, Mr. Merck Sr.”

The man was the head of the Merck family, Allen Merck. He was also Gregory’s father. He’d been out talking business with a friend when he suddenly heard his son and butler had both gotten injured, one after the other.

He pushed the door to Gregory’s bedroom open, his eyelids twitching when he saw Gregory sleeping with his leg in a plaster cast. Then, he turned and headed into the room next door. Mr. Sutton was lying on the bed, looking ashen. A pool of blood was next to the bed, and its metallic smell lingered in the room. Mr. Sutton wailed when he saw him, “Mr. Merck Sr., it’s all my fault. I was too weak, and I’ve disgraced you.”