Novel Full Chapter 94 - I'm Used To It
Silvercove's southern outskirts, Declan Gang's territory, a group of bikies rode on their roaring motorcycles down the suburban area's road.
"This is the Silvercove City, huh? Doesn't look like much...as you would expect of a Tier-3 city..." One of the bikies spoke.
"Remember, we are not here to cause trouble. We are here to—"
"Turn down that noise, ya f*ckwits! This Old Lady is tryna nap here!" An angry grandma suddenly barked from one of the suburban home's second-floor windows.
"What did you say, old lady?!" One of the bikies quickly exploded with a pointed finger, "Courting d—"
"Sorry, Old Lady! We are just passing through!" The bikey interrupted his fellow bikey with a quick apology.
"Hmph! Hurry up and get lost then! Otherwise, these old bones will have to give you young'uns a good flogging for the trouble!"
"Yes, ma'am! We will leave quickly!"
Shortly after, the bikies were already far from the south suburban area.
"The hell was that about, Brody?" The angry bikey questioned, "Since when did the Ravenclaw Gang need to humble ourselves to some nobody?"
"Like I said, we are not here to cause trouble. The Bloodmoon Gang may have loosened their grip, but this is still their territory."
"We came all this way to establish a connection with the Seymour family and seek some funding. Don't screw it up, Shin," Brody said sternly, "The boss would not be happy to hear it."
"That's right, Shin. What's good about picking a fight with the old folks anyway? What does that accomplish?" Another bikey inserted.
"Hmph!" Shin snorted wordlessly.
…
Back in the Old Lady's home, an old man shortly entered the room and asked, "What's with all the yippy yapping, dear?"
"It's nothing much. Just lecturing some young punks hooning through the streets." The Old Lady responded.
"I see…" The old man's gaze fell on the shotgun in her hand before he asked, "Does that require you hold to the double barrel?"
"Hmph, of course!" The Old Lady snorted, "The young'uns are too rampant these days. They wouldn't listen unless a few holes are put in them."
"I see… I see…" The Old Man wiped his sweats.
…
Night quietly arrived after the sunset at 6PM.
On the top floor of Citadel Hotel, adjacent to Royal Pearl Hotel, a crimson-masked blonde man silently stared at the bustling traffic below from the balcony.
"We lost contact with Wolf King, but the Bear King and Leopard King have arrived from Stillwater City. Do you want them to take action against that person, Boss Benedict?" Mr. Reiner informed the man.
"No, leave it for another day," Boss Benedict shook his head before he said, "Tonight is the Old Master's birthday, and that person is invited. I don't want anything spoiling the mood of the party."
"Just have the Bear King and Leopard King remain on standby. With the loss of the entire Silvercove Branch, the other three Overlords might start eyeing this city and send people over to scout the situation."
"Yes, Boss Benedict. I will make the arrangements," Mr. Reiner slightly bowed before he suddenly paused, "What about that police officer?"
"That person? Leave him. He is just an unlucky fool who happened to be at the wrong place and time," Boss Benedict snorted disdainfully underneath his crimson mask, "Besides, the ignorant Hunter Association's Branch Leader already took him in."
"Understood, Boss Benedict."
…
Inside the Hunter Association Building's medical bay, Branch Leader Johnson arrived in a neat black suit and gazed on an expensive-looking tank of green water containing Cao Wudi.
It was called the Green Elixir Tank, a piece of medical equipment used to help Hunters swiftly recover from their physical and internal injuries.
"Jane, I'm heading out now. Take care of things here while I am gone," Branch Leader Johnson instructed after checking the time on his silver watch.
"Yes, Branch Leader Johnson," Secretary Jane nodded with a bow and said, "Just leave this place to me."
"Un." Branch Leader Johnson nodded.
…
Within Seymour's home, Mr. Klein walked downstairs in a suit before glancing at his wife and two daughters, all dressed and waiting for him.
"Everyone's ready?" Mr. Klein asked.
"Dad, you're even slower than us," Anya quickly giggled and said, "We've been ready for some time now, which isn't right. Men are supposed to be ready before us."
"I had a call to answer," Mr. Klein casually explained before asking, "Did you inform Young Master Albion of the birthday banquet?"
"I—uhh…"
"Hm?"
Klein Seymour glanced at his second daughter's expression before he frowned, "You haven't? Didn't you say to leave it to you?"
"I was going to!" Anya said with puffed cheeks, "But that son of a b—that person wouldn't even pick up his calls!"
"So your calls couldn't reach him… And you didn't think of texting him instead?" Klein Seymour asked.
"I… uhh…" Anya suddenly bumped her head with a poking tongue, "Teehee, I hadn't thought of that…"
"You—Haiz…" Klein Seymour wanted to reprimand his second daughter before he ultimately sighed, "I will give Young Master Albion a text now. Hopefully, he won't think ill of us for inviting him last minute."
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[Ding! Basic-level Flight skill has been created.]
[Ding! Basic-level Physical Enhancement skill has been created.]
[Ding! Basic-level Unseen Hand skill has been created.]
[Ding! Basic-level Mental Pressure skill has been created.]
[Ding! Basic-level Soul Shock skill has been created.]
Several new skills were generated during Albion's practice with the Intermediate-level Empyrean's Decree in the last few hours.
As Albion continued to practice with a calm expression, his phone suddenly vibrated from receiving a text message.
It was a last-minute invitation and apology from Klein Seymour.
"Seems the letter I received earlier today wasn't sent from Mr. Klein's side...was it his young brother, William Seymour, that sent it?" Albion casually pondered before replying to Mr. Klein's text.
<Albion Black: OK. See you there later, Mr. Klein>
<Klein Seymour: That's great! Once again, I am sincerely sorry about the last-minute notice, Young Master Albion>
<Albion Black: Don't worry. I am used to it>
Ding! Mr. Klein quickly replied with another text, but Albion was too lazy to text further.
He was not lying when he said he was used to last-minute invitations—no, it should be said that he was used to last-second invitations.
In his previous life, his close friends were all spontaneous people who did not know how to plan ahead at all but always liked to eat out.
They would just suddenly rock up outside his house and text him, "Come out. We are going to eat."
As such, he was forced to become a divine prophet of future predictions, training himself to be ready at any time for the food runs.
Checking the time, it was 6:35PM.
"Seems like I still have time…" Albion muttered.