Chapter 357: The Internal Strife of the Wallaces
Lucas was the leader of the Falcon Regiment, while Stanley was a former captain of the Falcon Regiment’s assault team. Although Stanley had already left the Falcon Regiment for years, and he hadn’t served under Lucas’s command, he would never allow anyone to harm Lucas!
The killer hurriedly said, “The Wallaces requested Henry Salve to send his apprentice to assassinate Mr. Gray, but he ended up getting killed by Mr. Gray instead. That’s why Henry Salve was furious and sent us to kidnap Mr. Gray and then take him to the Wallaces to be at their disposal!”
When Stanley heard this, the murderous intent in his eyes intensified, and his gaze became extremely terrifying.
“In that case, is Henry Salve in the Wallaces’ manor now?”
“Y-yes!”
“We’re just following orders. We don’t have any personal feud with Mr. Gray. Please… Ah!”
“Ah!”
…
In the dim corner, several shrieks filled the air one after another, but before long, silence returned.
Soon, Stanley and Wade composedly walked out of the corner and left as if nothing had happened.
At this time, Lucas just arrived back in the lake villa and heard a text message alert. He opened his phone and saw the text Stanley sent.
“Those killers were sent by Henry Salve, who works for the Kingstons, to avenge his dead apprentice. He’s now in the Wallaces’ manor. Do you want me to get rid of him?”
Lucas thought of the killer who had hidden in his bedroom today but was instead killed by him. With an icy cold gaze, he replied to Stanley with just one word: “Sure.”
While Cheyenne and Charlotte were helping Amelia change out of her shoes downstairs, Lucas arrived at the door of the master bedroom upstairs.
The wooden door of the bedroom that had cracked after he kicked it open had already been replaced by a similar one. The new door looked almost identical to the previous one, so others generally wouldn’t be able to tell that it was a different one from before.
He opened the bedroom door and saw that the corpse and bloodstains had already been cleaned up. Even the hole in the wall pierced by the dagger that Lucas had used to nail Nolan against the wall had been filled up, and the wall looked as good as new. There were no traces of the scuffle earlier at all.
After a careful inspection, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face, and he proceeded to fill the bathtub in the bathroom with water for Cheyenne and Amelia.
Lucas didn’t intend to tell Cheyenne about what had happened with Nolan in the bedroom because he was worried that he might frighten her.
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At this moment, in the Wallaces’ manor…
According to family custom, all the people in the manor were dressed in black because the Wallaces were in mourning.
Liam’s coffin was still in the hall, and he hadn’t been buried yet.
Pierre, the head of the family, had already said that he would kill Lucas and offer his head to Liam!
Liam’s funeral would continue for as long as Lucas wasn’t caught, and the Wallaces would also remain in mourning until then.
They originally thought that with the help of Henry, an elite expert working for the Kingstons, they would be able to nab Lucas in no time and avenge Liam’s death so that he could rest in peace.
But they never expected that the elite apprentice Henry had sent to assassinate Lucas would actually be killed by Lucas instead!
With a gloomy expression, Henry was sitting alone silently in the hall of a villa with his eyes fixed on the corpse of his favorite apprentice, Nolan.
He sat still for around three hours in the hall like a statue.
The Wallaces didn’t dare to disturb him at all. After all, Henry had hurled the two bodyguards standing beside him against the marble statues and killed them in a fit of anger when he saw Nolan’s corpse earlier.
Thus, no one dared to annoy him now.
In case Henry suddenly went crazy again, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill any of the Wallaces, and the Wallaces wouldn’t dare to hold him accountable even if he did.
Suddenly, eerie laughter resounded in the silent hall.
“Hahaha, my dear apprentice, I’ll definitely avenge you. I’ll break all the bones of that punk one by one and make him wail and feel like he’s in a living hell! Finally, I will seal him in your coffin alive and nail it shut to bury him with you!”
Henry grimaced with an icy cold gaze that made him seem like a terrifying ghoul.
All of a sudden, he looked up at a clock hanging in the middle of the wall of the hall. It was already ten o’clock at night. Henry suddenly flew into a rage and smashed a vase on the coffee table in the center of the hall with all his might.
Bang!
The exquisite and beautiful vase instantly shattered into bits!
“Good-for-nothings. They’re all a bunch of good-for-nothings! It’s already been three hours, and they still haven’t brought that bastard back here! Damn it! All of you deserve to die!”
Meanwhile, in another villa within the Wallaces’ manor, all the Wallaces, including Pierre, were sitting with grave expressions on their faces.
They were also waiting for updates and for Henry’s underlings to bring Lucas back.
But as time passed, the patience of the Wallaces gradually wore thin.
“Dad, do you think there’s something wrong with Henry Salve? His apprentice was killed by Lucas Gray, yet all he’s doing is throwing a tantrum in our place. Why doesn’t he go take revenge on Lucas Gray himself? I doubt those killers he sent will be able to do anything!” Pierre’s younger son, Darren Wallace, asked impatiently.
He was the one who had suggested that they join forces with the Kingstons and ask them to send an expert to deal with Lucas.
But he didn’t know how powerful Henry was, though he knew that Henry loved putting on airs all the time.
Besides, he was clearly the one who had put forward the suggestion, yet Pierre sent his brother, Bryant, to host Henry instead. So Darren had been extremely displeased, feeling that his brother had taken all the credit from him again.
Pierre’s face darkened, and he said sternly, “Shut up! You should never say such things again! If Henry Salve hears you, even I won’t be able to protect you! Also, if you offend him and end up implicating the family, I won’t spare you either!”
Pierre’s stern words made Darren even more furious.
Darren sprung up and pointed at Bryant in exasperation. “How am I implicating the family? If Bryant’s son, Liam, hadn’t offended someone out there, he wouldn’t have gotten killed, and we wouldn’t have to deal with this mess now either!”