LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

When Faye Woolf saw that Jun Chester did not kneel, he blurted out, “Is this polite?”

These words made Fat Wolf break out in a cold sweat. He did not dare utter another disrespectful word about Jun Chester or Lyvia. Subconsciously, Fat Wolf glanced up at the ceiling above the shop entrance again. Louis Cook was hanging halfway up, his life or death unknown. Blood was still dripping from Louis’ pants leg.

Fat Wolf had not imagined that a single kick from Jun Chester could be so terrifying. In others’ eyes, Louis Cook was just a fortune teller and feng shui master. But Fat Wolf knew very clearly that Louis was also half a cultivator, with a body full of dark energy. His fighting skills were top notch. And now… he had been kicked through the ceiling by someone!

Fat Wolf still did not know Jun Chester’s exact identity, or even his name. For a moment, Fat Wolf was frightened to the extreme. Just who was this guy? How could his martial strength be so terrifying?

At this moment, Mackie Paliwal was also stunned, just like Fat Wolf. But she also instinctively glanced up at the ceiling by the door. As an ordinary city girl, she had never seen such a spectacle before. She also did not expect that Lyvia’s husband would have such frightening martial strength, able to kick half of Louis Cook’s body into the ceiling with one strike…

For a moment, Mackie Paliwal’s emotions were extremely complicated. Apart from being shocked by Jun Chester’s terrifying martial strength, her heart was also filled with intense worry! What kind of place was this? The capital! Full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers! Even if Lyvia’s husband was mighty, if he caused trouble in the capital, there would be no escape! But this had happened!

Mackie forcibly suppressed the shock in her heart and carefully tugged at Lyvia’s sleeve, whispering, “Lyvia, you guys should leave quickly!”

But Lyvia asked back, “Why?”

Mackie was dumbfounded. Why was she asking why? Didn’t she see? Her husband had… kicked Louis flying. His life or death unknown! If the capital’s Special Security Agency people came, no matter how strong her husband was, how could he stand against the Special Security Agency?

Lyvia looked at Mackie with a glance that seemed to see through her concerns. She boldly said, “Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

“Actually, even if my husband didn’t make a move, I would’ve attacked too. If I were to make a move, ordinary people like Louis Cook, no, ordinary trash, would probably be beaten to a pulp by me.”

“I can’t help it, my control over power isn’t as refined as my husband’s right now.”

Hearing this, who knew what Mackie Paliwal was feeling. Could it be… that the close friend she hadn’t seen in over ten years, Lyvia, had become a villainess? Otherwise, how could she speak so casually about… such shocking words?

Faye Woolf’s real name was Fat Wolf. He was a famous playboy in the capital. Like Louis Cook, he was also half a cultivator. However, Fat Wolf’s martial strength… was much higher than Louis Cook’s. Even so, in front of Jun Chester, Fat Wolf was still filled with dread. The only reason he did not act was because he was waiting for the right moment.

He knew that the staff in the back room of Louis Jewelry must have seen what happened at the entrance through the surveillance cameras. They must have called the Special Security Agency people too. Faye Woolf’s father used to be the chief of the Capital Special Security Agency. Although the old man had retired, he still had some influence. Next, as long as he could stall this guy, when the Special Security Agency people arrived, this guy would know, this was the capital!Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Thinking this, the fear in Fat Wolf’s heart lessened considerably. He then forcibly calmed himself and looked at Jun Chester, squinting as he asked, “Sir, which sect are you from?”

By now, Jun Chester had smoked his cigarette halfway. Marietta Stewart and Bruce Wells had also walked in from outside the shop. Fat Wolf noticed Marietta Stewart and Bruce Wells and was slightly startled, especially upon seeing Marietta Stewart. His heart was very surprised. How could there be such an elegant woman in this world?

Just then, Marietta suddenly kicked Fat Wolf’s calf. Without seeming to use much force, Fat Wolf’s calf twisted like noodles. This sudden kick made Fat Wolf freeze for a moment first. Then, he let out a miserable shriek as his whole body kneeled on the ground.

Marietta glanced indifferently at Fat Wolf and scolded dissatisfiedly, “Is it polite to not kneel before my master?”

Fat Wolf’s eyes widened as he yelled, “Just who are you people?!”

As soon as he said this, Bruce on the other side casually kicked Fat Wolf, sending him flying tens of meters away, falling next to a trash can across the street from the antique market.

Then, Bruce looked at Jun Chester and asked in confusion, “Master, what happened? Weren’t you and Mistress going to buy something from this shop?”

Jun Chester glanced at Bruce and casually handed him the cigarette in his hand. He lightly instructed, “Go put it out somewhere.”

Jun Chester meant for Bruce to go stub out the cigarette. But Bruce thought Jun Chester was telling him to go kill someone. Without hesitation, Bruce strode out. In a flash, he arrived next to Fat Wolf. He picked Fat Wolf up like a little chick and shot upwards, disappearing.

Everyone in the shop besides Jun Chester, Lyvia, and Marietta had their eyes wide open. Silence! Deathly silence! But before Mackie Paliwal and the others could react, Bruce had already returned. He clapped his hands and said, “Put out.”

Jun Chester frowned. “I meant for you to put out the cigarette.”

Bruce was dumbfounded. “Huh? Then, then what do we do now? After all, it was a life!”

Jun Chester waved his hand indifferently. “Doesn’t matter, he was a villain anyway. I saw him a few years ago. His name seems to be Fat Wolf. His father is called Faye Gongde, the former chief of the Capital Special Security Agency. He was in office for eight years and never did a good thing.”

Hearing this, Bruce didn’t say anything more.

At this time, Mackie Paliwal had already been scared into collapsing limply on the ground. She had never imagined that in Jun Chester’s eyes, a human life was no different than a roadside weed!

Just then, several black armored vehicles arrived outside Louis Jewelry. A middle-aged man in black special forces uniform strode over aggressively. But upon seeing Jun Chester… he suddenly stood at attention and saluted, yelling, “Lord Chester!”

When these words landed, Mackie Paliwal, who had already collapsed on the ground, was shocked to near death. The deputy chief of the Capital Special Security Agency, Mark Sutton, was saluting Jun Chester? What was going on here? Wasn’t Lyvia’s husband, Jun Chester, a villain? Also… Lord Chester? What the heck?

Jun Chester looked at Mark Sutton outside and asked in puzzlement, “Weren’t you working in Dirtmouth? Without my orders, how did you get transferred here to the capital?”

Hearing this, Mackie Paliwal nearly cried. What was Jun Chester’s background? The power to appoint Special Security Agency personnel, what did that have to do with him?

By now, Mark Sutton had already strode up to Jun Chester. He solemnly answered, “The Supreme Lord personally appointed me to come to the capital and investigate Cradleland Chapel’s chaos and harm to the imperial court!”

Jun Chester’s brows furrowed. “Cradleland Chapel again…”

Mark Sutton was startled and asked back, “Could it be, Lord Chester, you’ve also heard of Cradleland Chapel?”

Jun Chester did not answer directly. He looked up at Louis Cook hanging from the ceiling and lightly instructed, “Take care of it simply, then go to a nearby newsstand and buy me a fruit basket. Tonight, I’m going to pay a visit to Cradleland Club!”