The Pinnacle Of Life

“Sis, who are those people? They’re here to cause a scene, right? They’re wearing such red clothes!” Beatrice took a few steps back as she looked at the people in red clothing and odd hairstyles. Dorothy whispered. “They’re definitely trouble.” Claire chuckled coldly. “The old lady used to be so bossy, so she must’ve offended quite a lot of people when

she was alive.

I’d say that this is her karma everyone is here to seek revenge as soon as she died.” Unexpectedly, Claire was right this time. These men in red walked in with stem expressions on their faces, pushing anyone that was in their way

forcefully. Some even lost balance and fell to the ground. However, looking at their stance, none of them

dared to express their anger.

The guests could only crawl back up to their feet and watch the situation unfold. “Who are you people?” Anderson stood forward and asked. Since his brother had vomited blood, he had to

step up as the old lady’s second son. Suddenly, one of the men in red slapped him hard across the face, causing him to fall to the ground.

The slap was brutal and so quick. Alex could tell that this person was a martial artist, but he wasn’t a threat at all. Emma rushed over to help her father up. “Dad, are you okay? Why did you slap hitn? What are you trying to

do?”

The man then kicked Emma aside. “Well, we’re not here to do you, that’s for sure. Get lost, you ugly b*tch!” Emma was enraged. She knew that she was fairly good looking, hence she felt that she had nothing to do with

the word ‘ugly’. ‘

men in red was their leader. He

the old lady today, so we should go

them, so why are

relatives after all. Some hot tempered ones lunged towards them with stools in hand. In just mere seconds, the men in red hit them directly in the head, causing them to bleed profusely as they

the ground, crying in

this, everyone was shocked to their core, none dared to stand up for the Assex family. As for Alex, he

a wonderful… Oh wait, no.

find

for your loss I guess! ” The

stared at Benny.

third brother may have killed your mother, but he had gone to jail for that. So let‘s just get

knows to return what you’ve borrowed, it’s

our

Assexes’ faces. They were so angry that

the old lady, yet