Willy finally felt fear.


    Although his face was covered in blood, but beneath it, there was no concealing his deathly pale contour.


    Within the eyes of this man in front of him, all he could see was endless intent or murder. There was no sign of wavering and hesitation at all.


    It was as if he was facing a blood-seeking beast.


    Even when he was facing Lyndall, he never had this kind of sensation.


    His heart was beating faster and faster, and it felt like it was going to break out of his ribcage.


    In the end, Willy squeezed his throat and forced out a word, "Alright!"


    In the LD Manor.


    This vi was situated in a scenic area outside LD Manor. It was surrounded by hilly terrains and streams of rivers andke.


    This was the most exclusive and high-ss residence of LD Manor.


    Those who were able to gain entry into these grounds had to be rich or noble. Any normal resident could only gaze at the majestic view from afar. They wouldn''t be granted ess into the grounds. Tonight, LD Manor was especially bustling with activity.


    The interior of the vi was decorated magnificently.


    Stern-looking patrolling cars proved that this ce was protected with the highest grade of security.


    In the main hall, people were engaged in dancing and singing. Sounds ofughter could be heard everywhere.


    There wasn''t any empty seat surrounding a massive round table.


    "We are honored to be graced by your presence, Artist Warnock. Let me toast to you!"


    Lyndall had a faint red glow on his face as he raised his ss towards Warnock who was sitting in the main seat.


    Warnock was a little tipsy too and he looked pretty vested in this party. Naturally, he wouldn''t ept anyone who wanted to toast to him.


    Following them emptying their ss, the others present all called out in celebration.


    Those who were present were big shots in LD City, but now they only served as an apanying party in this dinner.


    However, none of them so much as spout a word ofin and dissatisfaction.


    Being able to gain entry into the LD Manor was considered an honor to them.


    Furthermore, the most important guest being invited by Lyndall today was none other than the master artist of the nation, Artist Warnock! A leading authority in world wide.


    It was Lyndall''s honor to have him attend this event.


    Everyone who was present knew very well that this guest represented Lyndall''s reputation.


    If this was anyone else, let alone sessfully inviting Warnock to the scene, he or she would not even get entertained in the first ce.


    "Lyndall, you are really a gentleman."


    Warnock wrapped his arm around Lyndall''s shoulders, which was unlike his image of a leading figure.


    "Warnock, truth to be told, although I am rough around the edges, but I still have my discernable qualities. From time to time, I would dabble in artistic endeavor such as painting and calligraphy. When I first saw your work back then, I was honestly stunned beyond words. From that moment on, it began an unstoppable venture into my passion."


    Lyndall praised Warnock profusely, which delighted him.


    "Lyndall, shall we grab this golden opportunity to invite Warnock to draw something for us?" Someone suggested.


    "Alright!"


    Before Lyndall could implore him, Artist immediately agreed.


    Lyndall''s eyes instantly lit up with a passionate glow.


    He was the underground king of LD City who had unrivalled power and wealth, but when he had free time, all he cared about was traditional Chinese painting. He harbored the utmost respect towards Warnock who was an authoritative figure in this field.


    If he could somehow lure this man to paint him something while he was half-drunk, he would have another precious treasure in the vi which he could admire anytime!


    With such a thought in mind, Lyndall felt an indescribable joy coursing through him. He got up to prepare the ink for Artist personally.


    The others present felt stunned uponying eyes on such a scene.


    Since when could the underground king lower his stance and position in front of anyone?"


    "Lyndall, shall I do it instead?" Someone suggested to take his ce.


    Lyndall nced at him sideways, "Who are you to prepare ink for Artist? Even if it is me doing it, I am at most just doing very little in my power."


    The person who came up with that suggestion turned pale, and he immediately scurried back into the crowd.


    Just when Artist was dipping his brush into ink and was about to start his painting, all of a sudden, someone announced from outside the hall, "Mr. Long, Mr. Parker has brought him here." Artist''s hand froze momentarily.


    Lyndall immediately felt his anger surging up while he apologized profusely to Artist, "I''m sorry, Artist. They are my brothers who don''t really know the way of society. I will go and teach him a lesson now." "It''s fine. Since he''s your brother, you shouldn''t do that. Invite them in." Artist waved his hand generously.


    Lyndall immediately heaved a sigh of relief as he nervously asked the visitor toe in.


    When Jack helped Willy into the hall, in an instant sounds of gasping erupted all around the hall. Everyone''s expression immediately changed drastically.


    "Willy!"


    Lyndall felt a transformation ovee his facial expression as he felt not that drunk anymore.


    "Boss..."


    Willy initially was still stuck in a turmoil of fear, but when he heard Lyndall''s voice, he immediately came back to his senses. He started to wail, "It''s him, he wants to see you!" "Fuck!"


    Lyndall immediatelyunched into a fury, and without paying any heed to Artist who was present, he cursed loudly.


    The others were all angered as well, as they red at Jack and Aiden and Lone Wolf who was behind him.


    Those people had beaten up Willy to such a state. Were they here so that Lyndall could teach them a lesson and send them to the underworld?


    However, nobody noticed that Artist who was still holding a brush had suffered a shock and immediately his eyes had returned to its luster from their previous blurred state. Why was this young man here?


    Jack naturally noticed Artist who was seated among the crowd, and he showed an equally shocked expression.


    However, that stupor onlysted for mere minutes.


    Artist could only be considered his elder because of Amber. His social circle had nothing to do with him.


    He was here to achieve what he had set out to do!


    With a loud m, Jack hurled Willy onto the floor.


    He stared squarely at Lyndall who was all worked up like a lion, and the corner of his mouth lifted up, "I didn''t expect that the underground kingpin of LD City is such a young man." Lydall was at most only thirty from his looks.


    He had the title of the underground king of LD City on his head, yet he didn''t look brash or rough around the edges at all. In contrast, he even looked very gentle and polite.


    "Boss..."


    Willy was wailing as he mbered forward towards Lyndall. The dried-up blood on his face made his situation looked even more pitiful.


    Jack suddenly lifted his legs and stamped Willy''s back.


    This precise scene finally drove Lyndall over the edge.


    He was the underground king of LD City. Nobody would be so daring and bold in front of him.


    There was no one who didn''t know that Willy was working for him.


    By beating Willy up, the perpetrator was obviously giving the underground king a loud p across his face!


    "You have to check out its master''s identity even if you want to hit a dog!" Lyndall squeezed these words through his teeth.


    Jack raised his head slightly and revealed a fearless smile, "Your dog has bitten my brother, so I am just teaching it a lesson, as he deserved it. Why should I know who the master is?" In an instant, everyone on the scene was utterly shocked by Jack''s words.N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.


    Oh my god!


    Was this man crazy?


    How could he say something like that in front of Lyndall?


    Some of them even mistook their drunken state for mishearing things, so they dug deep into their ears to make sure.


    "Alright! This is great! You are the first one who dares to speak in such a way to me, Lyndall!"


    Lyndall was strangelyughing now, perhaps driven by extreme anger. Hisughter was getting out of hand.


    All the others present were terrified with thatughter.


    They all knew that this maniacalughter is the premonition to a ughter festter on!


    However, Jack continued to step on Willy''s back, which caused him to shriek in pain. He stepped over Willy''s body and met Lyndall''s gaze, "I always speak in such a way no matter to who!" Their gazes were locked, and there was an imminent sh in the air.


    Murderous intents were overflowing too.


    Just as Lyndall was about to pounce onto Jack, a huge hand suddenlynded on his shoulder.


    Lyndall turned around in shock only to see Artist standing behind him, "Artist, I''m really sorry to let these small fries affect your mood. Please step aside, I will..."


    "There''s no need for that."


    Artist interrupted Lyndall with a grim expression, "Didn''t you want me to paint you something? Let''s begin."


    Lyndall and the others were dumbfounded upon hearing that.


    There was going to be a blood brawl in the next instant, yet he was suggesting they start their painting???