Chapter 487 Respectable Family

“Old Mr. Gomez!” a guard shouted as he rushed into the living room with his baton.

“Why are you hollering? This is a wake, for goodness’ sake. Watch your behavior!” Zane scolded. “I’ll snap your head off if you disturb Quinton again!”

The guard gave a violent shudder when he saw how furious Zane was. “Y-Yes, Mr. Gomez. I-I’m very sorry…”

Philip patted his son’s shoulder to motion for him to calm down before turning to look at the guard.

“Take your time. What’s going on?”

“A man called Jonathan Goldstein has barged into the house, Old Mr. Gomez. We had no way of stopping him!”

Even as the guard reported on the situation, everyone could hear painful howls and screams coming from the front garden.

Seconds later, Jonathan and Xiara walked into the living room leisurely.

“Jonathan Goldstein?” Philip uttered, his gaze cold and dark.

“We finally meet, Philip Gomez.”

Just then, a flurry of footsteps sounded, and before they knew it, almost sixty guards armed with batons had gathered behind Jonathan and Xiara.

Despite that, the two of them remained unfazed as they slowly walked on.

Then again, why would either of them flinch? Jonathan had fought countless battles, and not even the most powerful armies scared him. Why, then, should he fear such a little confrontation?

Similarly, Xiara had long gotten used to fighting and killing for a living.

Even though she had been a professional assassin for less than five years, she was one of the best in the business and boasted at least eighty kills.

With both of them being so powerful, how would a small team of security guards ever be their match?

Dark Web’s bounty list and severely

hall, all of you,” Philip said to the guards.

“But Old Mr. Gomez—”

the guard could finish his words, Philip once again cut him off. “Clean up the Gomez residence. No matter what happens, no one’s allowed to come here without my

“Got it!”

the guard promptly rounded up his subordinates

chat?” Philip said while pointing at a gazebo

“Sure,” Jonathan replied.

made their way out to

poured a cup

with a chuckle as he put the

say, Jonathan had noticed the glint in the

it’s rather messy and impure. Then again, that kind of energy is already more than

Old Mr. Gomez. I’ve caused quite a commotion for showing up uninvited, so how could I trouble you

still have done my part as host,” Philip said smilingly. “Here’s a toast to you, Mr. Goldstein. I hope

raised his cup and downed the

smiled and nodded with no intention of touching his cup

young man was, Philip

bounty on you, Mr. Goldstein, yet you can still

curious. I don’t know anyone in the

reason for a conflict between us. In that case,

the gazebo fence, had

clear from their conversation that these two men hate each other to the core, so why are they now behaving

Where’s the bloodshed?

let out a

family is and

Jonathan frowned. “Respectable family?”

of ordinary people, “respectable family” was nothing more than a title

respectable

Asura’s Office. They controlled more than half of Chanaea’s armies and had millions of soldiers at their disposal. The Eight

still didn’t mean Jonathan

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