The First Heir

Chapter 1309

Monty’s attitude could only be described as arrogant!

He was dressed in a dark green battle uniform and leading 12 expert guards from the Alpha Camp battalion. Where was the display of expressing condolences? He was clearly here to take advantage of Jacob’s death and establish his prestige!

The 12 men in suits behind him all had cold eyes and were full of killing intent. Dormant chills lay within them, just like jackals in the night. They appeared ready to put an end to the Jensen family members here at any time!

Tonight was the night for the wake of Old Master Jensen, but this group of people who suddenly appeared without notice was trying to forcibly break into the mourning hall and search the body of the deceased Old Master Jensen!

Just to retrieve something?

Hateful!

Crawford was full of chills as he glared angrily, shouting at Monty, “Mr. Simmons, the hall has already been set up with the memorial shrine. If there’s anything else, why don’t you wait until after the funeral when we can sit down and discuss?”

Crawford kept a tight leash on his temper, not wanting to clash with Monty and his people!

After all, the circumstances today were very special, and it was not appropriate to resort to guns and violence.

However, Monty shook his head and said, “No! As per the lord’s orders, we must retrieve that item tonight. The Jensen family must not stand in our way. Otherwise, we’ll kill without mercy!”

Domineering!

Unfeeling!

Impersonal!

his men to break into the

Jensen family will never allow anyone to disturb the old master’s peace and quiet! If you insist on

Crawford was really furious!

Monty

more hateful was that

was he trying to get back

was not even sure what deal

could that item

Hmph!

as a glint flashed in his eyes. His hand touched the dagger at his waist, and he said coldly, “On the account of their past relationship, the supreme has ordered me to only retrieve the item and not hurt anyone from the Jensen family. However, if you insist on stopping me from carrying out my orders, don’t blame the dagger in

Swish!

of the

already out of its sheath and the 12 battalion guards behind

family also glared at them, rushing out one after

on my father’s mourning hall and still being so demanding. I’d like to ask the

in a cold voice

would never be afraid of

“Kill!”

he spat out the

Swoosh!

him, 12 guards in suits moved out instantly

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