Chapter 558 - Failed Show Of Force
"Lucas Gray, don't think you can continue being arrogant. You definitely won't leave the Taylors' alive!" Frederick shouted. "Go, break his limbs for me! Just leave him on his last breath!"
Then he turned around and went back into the villa to appease Jude, who was in a bad mood.
In Frederick's opinion, Lucas's outcome was already set in stone, so the most important thing for him now was to try his best to get close to the expert sent by the Peerless Martial Association.
Otherwise, if Jude badmouthed them to the Peerless Martial Association in a fit of anger, they would be doomed.
"Haha, Lucas Gray, I've been looking forward to this day for a long time! I've always wondered when you would die!" Gisele finally couldn't suppress her inner excitement and stood out to laugh at Lucas, who was being surrounded.
With a slight frown, Gaston hurriedly looked at his daughter and asked with concern, "What's wrong? My dear daughter, did that punk Lucas Gray offend you?"
Gisele nodded vigorously. "Yes! Dad, do you still remember how I was forced to slap myself when I was out dining last week? The person who forced me is this bastard!"
She momentarily remembered the humiliating feeling she had at the time, and her eyes reddened again.
Gaston remembered that there was indeed such an incident. Gisele had seemed out of sorts when she returned home that day, and he knew that something was wrong. At the time, he had even asked her who had bullied her, but he had been soon called to a meeting by Frederick. Later on, he had been so focused on getting dirt on Preston that he forgot about it for a while.
At this moment, Gaston was boiling with fury after hearing his daughter say that Lucas had forced her to slap herself! "Punk, how dare you treat my precious daughter like this?! Today, you even barged into our residence alone and landed yourself in our hands. You've brought this upon yourself!"
Lucas sneered indifferently, "It's still not certain who the one in trouble is today. Maybe it's your family."
Gaston burst into laughter. "Are you dreaming? You are now surrounded by our guards. How dare you still blow your trumpet? I bet you won't fear death until you face it!"
Then he glanced at Preston in contempt. "You actually let such a fool who doesn't know any better snatch the Ocean Bathhouse away from you? You're so useless!"
Preston's face turned ugly.
His older brother, Gaston, was just out to find faults with him and undermine him. Had Gaston been in his position, he wouldn't have been able to keep the Ocean Bathhouse either. What right did he have to mock him?
Gaston and the several bodyguards behind him walked straight toward Lucas and said arrogantly in a high and mighty manner, "Punk, you humiliated my daughter and forced her to slap herself, right? In that case, kneel down and apologize to her right now. Then slap yourself ten, no, twenty times, and admit your mistake!"
"Oh? Why don't you ask your daughter what she did to deserve such punishment?" Lucas said coldly.
Gaston didn't care about this and instead said brutally, "My daughter is the princess of the Taylor family. No matter what she has done, you're in no place to bully her! Now, we're much more powerful than you, so if you immediately get on your knees and slap yourself, I may still let you suffer less. Otherwise, I won't be polite!"
"Oh, you're more powerful? Since that's the case, I won't be polite either!" Lucas sneered and slapped Gaston directly on the face.
Smack!
Gaston's body was hit so hard that he spun around twice and then fell to the ground!
His face immediately swelled with several bright red slap marks, and he spat out a few broken teeth.
"You! How dare you hit me?!"
Gaston's head was buzzing from the blow. By the time he realized what had happened, he was so furious that his brain was spinning. He immediately got up from the ground, and seemingly having lost his rationality, he leaped at Lucas with a menacing expression.
"I… must kill you!"
Bang!
Lucas leaped up and kicked Gaston in the chest.
"Aaahhhh!" With a long and miserable scream, Gaston's entire body flew straight up and crashed heavily into the villa door behind him!
"You're not worthy of threatening me!"
Everyone watched in horror as Lucas walked directly through the Taylors' bodyguards, who had yet to recover from the shock, to the villa door.
Gisele's eyes were almost about to fall out!
She could have never imagined that Lucas would dare to strike at her father while surrounded by bodyguards.
The infuriating thing was that none of the bodyguards stopped him!
She was so livid that she wished she could rush forward. But she found that her legs had already gone limp, so she could only watch Lucas walk past her. She didn't even dare to move!
Atrocious!
How obnoxious!
For a while, she didn't know if she was angry at the useless guards or at herself for not daring to move in front of Lucas.
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In the villa, Frederick was standing beside Jude deferentially and chatting with him about the Taylors' recent development while hinting that they would be giving Jude a large sum of money.
Only then did Jude feel much more pleased. But at this moment, the villa door suddenly slammed open with a loud bang from outside.
At the same time, a figure darted in and slammed hard against the ground.
Upon seeing the figure's face, Frederick immediately stood up in shock. "Gaston!"
Before he could send someone to find out what was going on, a tall figure stepped into the villa and stood in front of them.
It was the indifferent-looking Lucas!
"You… How did you get in? Shouldn't you have been seized by the guards?" Frederick looked at Lucas in shock and suspicion before quickly looking at the bodyguards outside.
When he saw the way these guards, who he had had high hopes for, were all cowering at the entrance in fear because they were too timid to step forward, he was so enraged that he almost vomited blood.
"Garbage! There are so many of you, but you couldn't even take down someone alone!" Frederick cursed furiously.
The guards outside were also extremely aggrieved.
Lucas had knocked down a large group of bodyguards on his own when he had just arrived at the Taylors'. Besides, he had just kicked Gaston a dozen meters away, so who would dare to stubbornly go against him?
Getting berated by Frederick was better than rushing forward to fight and then losing an arm or leg!
Frederick helped Gaston, whose face was covered in blood, up and glared at Lucas with a deadly gaze! "Lucas Gray, you bastard, I will kill you to vent my hatred!"
Jude's face turned gloomy again. He looked at Lucas standing proudly in front of him and once again found him to be really extraordinary.
It had been a long time since he came across such an excellent young man, so he felt that it would be a shame to kill him now.
"Kid, I'll give you one more chance. As long as you work for me, I will forget about today's matter! Consider it carefully! This is a very rare opportunity!" he offered again.
However, Lucas said with a faint smile, "I already told you.. You're not fit to do that! But if you want to work for me, I can consider giving you the rare opportunity to do so. Think about it carefully!"