Chapter 172 Mischief Arose
The young man was Shallot Brown.
He recalled the tragedy urred to the Brown family, when seeing Baron.
Baron, who was younger than Shallot, could not only ruin the Brown family, but also could rebuild the
Brown family, and even Kris was scared of him to stop the treatment on Hudson Brown.
Hudson died because of Baron, but when facing Baron, Shallot felt no hatred but fear.
“Greet Mr. Owen!”
Kris snapped testily, goggling at Shallot.
Shallot came to his sense, and said hastily, with his head nodding, “How are you, Mr. Owen?”
Baron darted a look at him, and nodded, “I am good.”
“Shallot, you drive Mr. Owen to Cona Citizen Hospital now.”
Kris ordered.
“Yes, sir!” said Shallot swiftly.
Kris apanies Baron to the car. After seeing them off, he then felt rxed.
He felt a great pressure to be with Baron. Just now, he was scared that Baron would have Shallot
murdered, for Shallot was in a trance when seeing Baron.
After a few minutes, he dialed a number, “Call everybody,e to my vi, we are going to have a
meeting.”
Baron made his position very clear. So Kris had to prepare very well, otherwise Baron would piss off.
At the same time, Shallot drove and send Baron to the hospital.
Shallot kept silent all the way, for he was under a pressure, and felt fearful.
Baron kept his mouth shut, and closed his eyes for a rest at the back seat.
Baron was picturing his n in the mind. He chose the Brown family not because he trust them, but
because of their position in Cona.
It would be easier to take the hegemony of Cona with support of the Brown family.
Since he knew the vulnerability of Brown family, he didn’t have to worry if they betrayed him after they
got stronger.
Baron knew how to raise them, and also knew how to destroy them.
“Mr. Owen, here we are!”
Baron opened his eyes, when hearing Shallot’s voice.
“Tell your grandpa, help the fourdies that I won from McGill Auctions settle down.”
It suddenly urred to him that he used forty million dors to win four beauties, and he urged Shallot
when he got out of the car.
“Please be assured. I will inform him once I get home,” Responded Shallot instantly.
“Great!”
Baron whirled around and turned into the hospital.
Sweats came out all over on Shallot’s back, for he was so terrified seating at the same car with Baron,
as if he was siting with a death god.
“Mr. Owen!”
Charles called out as Baron just entered into the hospital.
“Tomorrow, you go to the Brown family and train some good fighters,” said Baron.
Charles shook his head, and said, “You can have everything you want in Cona if you request, why are
we even bothering?”
Baron said tonelessly, “It will break the rule. I want to establish my own rtionshipwork. And some
day in the future, I am going to show the Owen family what I get, and how capable I am.”
Charles felt a tremble in his heart after hearing so.
“Mr. Owen, please be assured, just give me one month, and I will train out some excellent fighters,”
said Charles confidently.
And then, Baron called James, “Get yourself ready, and tomorrow, you are going to the Brown family
with ten brothers you trust to do the one-month training.”
Hearing so, James felt like he was pumped, and immediately promised, “Yes, sir!”
Baron got back the ward, and saw Tracy and Sarah. Both of them looked sad.
“What are you two discussing about?”
Baron walked in with a big smile on face.
The twodies was in a glee when seeing Baron.
But they did not say a word for Terry was there.
In the Davis Manor in Cona…
It was a manor almost as big as three football courts, and a corpse was ced on the ground in one of
those vis.
The hall was crowded with members of the Davis family. Some of them looked sad, and some of them
look indignant.
“Master, I am sorry for your loss, it was all my fault, please forgive me!”
A young man stood and said in a miserable tone.
An old man, with a wrinkled face, sat at the head of the big table and started to gritting his teeth.
He was Ollie Davis, the master of one of the four top families in Cona.
“Mr. Trump, tell me, how did my grandson die?”
Ollie asked in a furious tone.
Trump said, “A young man called Baron Owen contend a bid at the McGill Auctions tonight. And Mr. Bill
won the bid, but he could not pay. I nned to mediate it by canceling Bill’s bid, but Baron didn’t let it
pass and killed Bill.”
“Our bodyguards also fought with Baron, but they were defeated. If it was not for my family, I might be a
dead man as well. See, there are bruises on my neck.”
Trump finished his words and turned his head up to show his neck out.N?velDrama.Org content.
Ollie did not trust what Trump had said, but when he saw the bruise, he then was sure the problem
would be way moreplicated.
“Baron? Who is he? I never heard a powerful family called Owen before in Cona,” doubted Ollie.
Trump said, “It is said that he is a son-inw of a in family, and about two month ago, he got
expelled.”
“And by the way, there is one more thing I need to let you know.”
Trump added, “Kris Brown has a good rtionship with this Baron. He even goes against the McGill
family for the young man, and Baron might not have the chance to escape if it was not for him.”
“Kris Brown!”
Ollie shrieked, with fists clenching hard, “From now on, the Brown family is our enemy!”
“Mr. Davis, how are you going to deal this youngd?”
Trump asked.
Ollie looked nkly at him, and said, “I will handle it myself, you don’t worry!”
“Well, alright, then I think it’s time for us to leave!”
Trump said, turned around, and left.
After Trump left, Ollie slightly narrowed his eyes, and said coldly, “What a naived, don’t you think you
can trap me in?”
“Father, what do you mean?”
A mid-aged man came forward and asked cautiously.
“Trump is borrowing the knife from Baron. I am afraid that Bill’s death has something to do with him.
Anyway, you got to dig out the cause of Bill’s death.”
Ollie said, “If Bill really was killed by that young man called Baron Owen, I don’t care who he is, he has
to die to pay his price!”