Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2766

Sergio and Kelvin looked ready to tear into each other.

Guillermo slammed his hand on the table and barked, "Gentlemen, either we do this, or you can see yourselves out. If you're joining this hunt, then you need to act professionally. Personal grudges have no place at this table right now. If you're hell-bent on settling this, I'll arrange a proper venue for you two to fight it out afterward."

Sergio grinned. "I'd love nothing more!"

Kelvin's eyes turned cold as ice. "Perfect. I can't wait to see Mr. Harding Senior's skull cracked wide open."

These two families were sworn enemies. Years ago, the Nieves family of Sylvan Peaks had arranged a marriage alliance with the Chetvine's Harding family. Unfortunately, Sergio had killed the bride from the Nieves family.

Very few people knew why, and from that day on, the two clans turned from in-laws to mortal enemies. If they were not separated by geography, they would have gone to war long ago.

Julius rose to his feet, looking utterly bored. "Well then, I think we're done here for tonight. I've got other business to attend to. I'll be taking my leave."

Guillermo frowned. "Mr. Bowen, according to our agreement, you really shouldn't be wandering around Chetvine freely. If you keep stirring up trouble so brazenly, Philip's going to lose his patience."

Julius snorted coldly. "I'm not going to attack randomly, but there are stains within my own sect that must be cleaned up. Don't worry, Mr. Vazquez, I'm not dumb enough to provoke Philip. This is his turf. I know where to draw the line."

With that, he led his two subordinates out first.

As soon as they left the estate, Julius asked darkly, "Have you found her yet?"

The second elder of the Divine Alchemists, Fabian Rogers, was at the pre-martial god level. He replied coldly, "Mr. Bowen, Brielle is in Chetvine, but…"

Julius cut him off with a snort. "But what? Just spit it out. If Brielle's in Chetvine, why hasn't she come to see me?"

Or rather, his body went rigid for a moment.

Finally, he strode toward his vehicle and climbed in without waiting for his subordinate to open the door.

He shut the door so hard it nearly cracked, the sound echoing loudly.

He growled, "Kill them all! Don't leave a single one alive! No, wait. Don't kill them yet. Bring that bastard to me. I want Brielle to watch with her own eyes as I grind her son into dust. I want her to understand that the pain and punishment her defiance created will haunt her for the rest of her life until she falls into the abyss! I want her to know that I am the head of the Divine Alchemists, and I am the master of her very existence!"

Inside the luxury car, Julius' voice rose from a low growl to thunderous rage. Bulging veins twisted across his face as he lost control of his fury.

The apprentice driving the car suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. Sharing a confined space with Julius, a martial god, was a danger in itself. Just now, in his fury, Julius had failed to control his aura as it burst forth. The sheer pressure had left the apprentice severely injured.