Chapter 1256 - 1255: Arrival

Upon hearing the man's voice on the phone, Zobek immediately hung up. At this moment, he handed the phone over to Lu Yu with trembling hands, saying, "All right, all right... I've notified the family now, and I believe they can send someone over soon."

As he spoke, Zobek's face looked extremely grim, and he stared at Lu Yu with eyes full of fear and hesitation.

Now, he was utterly terrified of Lu Yu before him.

"Very well."

After hearing Zobek's words, Lu Yu nodded. He took the phone Zobek handed him and put it in his pocket, his voice calm and nonchalant as he said, "Since that's the case, then I'll eagerly wait for your family's arrival."

While speaking, Lu Yu's eyes were filled with amusement, his words carrying a faint smile, as if he were anticipating something.

At this moment, Abraham, standing by the side, watched the scene before him, frozen in fear.

Now he stood still, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground, unable to move at all.

Since witnessing Lu Yu's skills earlier, he dared not make any movements.

After all, even the two young masters of the Wellesley Clan knelt before Lu Yu; he, merely a manager from the Newman Group, couldn't possibly compare with Lu Yu's prowess.

"Lu Yu,"

Observing Lu Yu's actions, Leng Qingqiu stepped forward, looking at Lu Yu and speaking, "What exactly are you up to? The Wellesley Clan is clearly a prominent family. What's your purpose in doing this?"

As she spoke, Leng Qingqiu's words were filled with questions, having no understanding of why Lu Yu was doing this.

"Soon,"

Upon hearing Leng Qingqiu's words, Lu Yu nodded and replied, "Soon, you'll understand why I'm doing this!"

As he spoke, Lu Yu looked at Leng Qingqiu with a glint of amusement and expectation in his eyes.

...

Woo-oo! Woo-oo!

In no time, half an hour had quietly passed. With the sound of a piercing siren, a fleet of black riot trucks came to a stop in front of the Newman Group's entrance.

As soon as these riot trucks arrived at the Newman Group entrance, their rear doors flung open, and one by one, British special police officers in black bulletproof vests jumped down, weapons in hand.

Their movements were swift, coordinated, with footsteps that echoed orderly against the ground, giving an impression of meticulous precision.

Immediately upon disembarking, they dashed inside the Newman Group entrance, loading their weapons with crisp clicks as they ran.

As these officers entered the Newman Group lobby, they lifted their weapons, pointing them at Lu Yu, commanding, "Freeze!"

Their movements were exceptionally precise, each of them with eyes displaying a stern demeanor, as if dealing with some exceedingly malicious criminals.

"Seems like big shots have indeed arrived this time,"

Seeing the British special police before him, Lu Yu's eyes sparkled with amusement, "British Central District special police using riot trucks to lead the way—what a grand spectacle!"

While speaking, Lu Yu wasn't intimidated in the slightest by the special police present, his eyes full of amusement, mixed with a sense of anticipation.

Bang!

As the officers aimed their weapons at Lu Yu, a muffled sound suddenly emerged from within the Newman Group lobby.

Turning toward the sound, an elderly man dressed in an extremely valuable white suit could be seen slowly walking into the Newman Group.

This elderly man carried himself gracefully, appearing calm and composed with a bow tie on his chest and a black walking stick in his hand, exuding an air of British classical gentlemanliness.

This man is none other than the Patriarch of the Wellesley Clan, Duke Adam Wellesley!

Beside Duke Adam Wellesley stood a middle-aged man in a black Armani suit. Although his skin was dark, he wasn't burly. His hair dyed white, he possessed a fresh and bold vibe, unlike typical British gentlemen who are overly rigid.

The two men walked slowly, entering the Newman Group hall, their eyes revealing a hint of gloom.

However, as their eyes scanned the Newman Group hall, shock emerged within Duke Adam and the man's gaze.

They couldn't help but be astounded by the sight of men in black clothes lying on the ground, moaning in pain, painting a truly shocking scene.

Seeing this, Duke Adam and the man beside him said nothing further, their eyes continuing to survey the scene without consideration for the fate of these black-clad men.

After all, the men lying on the ground were merely their family's servants, individuals Duke Adam wouldn't concern himself with.

"Your Grace, look!"

Quietly scanning the black-clad men on the ground, the man beside Duke Adam raised his hand and pointed forward, speaking softly to Adam, "Isn't that the eldest and youngest sons?"

As he spoke, surprise filled the man's face.

Upon hearing this, Duke Adam's expression froze, his gaze following where the man pointed, and a glint of astonishment filled his eyes.

The reason for his shock wasn't because of other matters, but because he saw his eldest son Zobek and youngest son Canterbury kneeling on the ground.

The two were one behind the other, their knees pressed firmly into the ground, bodies trembling violently, as if greatly frightened, looking exceptionally miserable.

Seeing this, Duke Adam was utterly stunned, knowing that his two sons—an Earl and a Viscount—stood as prominent figures in London high society, their lives splendid.

Yet, these very individuals were now publicly kneeling here, an instance so shocking it left Duke Adam feeling an incredible sense of disbelief!