Chapter 2007: Crashing the Scene
Julius Reed pushed open the bathroom door.
A bit disappointed.
Where did the snake go?
"Bro, how did it go?" Hawthorne sized up Julius Reed, full of caution.
He was worried that Julius Reed might be controlled by the Green Snake.
If that happened, Hawthorne would dive straight into the Dragon-Slaying Coffin.
"The snake is missing." Julius Reed kept pondering why the snake would vanish into thin air.
If it could really disappear, why didn’t it vanish earlier?
Why let itself be trapped?
Couldn’t make sense of it!
"I’ve checked carefully, the snake is indeed gone." Julius Reed turned back to glance at the bathroom, shook his head, and said, "Let’s pack up quickly, I’ll go back and take a look."
He took out sunglasses from his pocket and put them on.
Pranay Martinez publicly claimed he was dead, there must be some misunderstanding that led to this conclusion.
With that in mind, Julius Reed went with the flow and investigated the truth covertly.
When impacted by the national fate at the Divine Dragon Tripod, the mysterious man he saw and that special environment were all things Julius Reed was unclear about.
And there was the disappearing snake and the white tiger on his chest.
Especially the white tiger, if not resolved, it would definitely be a hidden threat.
Emperor and Hawthorne walked in front, being Julius Reed’s old crew, it was natural for them to be there.
Julius Reed himself wore sunglasses and a mask, walking into the building alone.
He was curious to see who showed up today.
"Sir, your identification."
As soon as he reached the entrance, someone stopped him.
The person extended a hand, asking politely, "It’s a rule to prevent outsiders from causing trouble, hope you cooperate."
"Ocean Academy, Brant Fairbanks." Julius Reed thought for a moment and decided to use this name.
"Ah, it’s Dean Fairbanks!" The registering martial artist immediately stood up, bowing deeply with respect. "Your legend is known throughout the martial arts community."
"Hmm." Julius Reed nodded.
This was probably due to the time Ocean Academy was dominating in Boulevard, along with the impact of that small universe that enhanced spiritual power.
"Can I go in now?" Julius Reed pointed inside.
"Of course you can." The attendant led the way, quickly arriving at the first-floor hall.
The place was very spacious!
When this building was constructed, Itai Huntington intended it for hosting large conferences and events.
Spacious, majestic!
As soon as he entered, Julius Reed immediately saw his own memorial photo.
Black and white.
With a gold frame, inlaid with numerous diamonds and jade.
From a distance, it had a stunningly bright appearance.
Regarding the photo.
???
Julius Reed suddenly froze!
Whoa!
No wonder it looked so familiar, they had simply taken the wedding photo, pasted it down, and then turned it black and white.
On the cold black-and-white memorial, Julius Reed was smiling happily.
But thinking about it, he decided to let it slide for the person who made it.
After all, he hadn’t left any other photos.
Only the wedding photo with Quella Radcliffe.
The first floor was filled with tables, people from the martial arts community were here, sitting with familiar friends.
Quella Radcliffe and the others wore white cloths, standing by the altar, handling greetings.
"Brother Twelve! How could you just vanish like that!"
Someone leaned over the coffin, weeping bitterly.
But Julius Reed noticed the onion in his sleeve.
"Now that you’re gone, I don’t want to live either! Where’s the knife, give me the knife! I want to join Brother Twelve in death!"
"Buddy, don’t think like that. Although the Lord is gone, his spirit lives on! We martial artists must aspire to be like him! Strive to have a bunch of beautiful women by our side and marry several wives like the Lord!"
"Exactly! Look at the Lord’s wives, the caliber is astonishing! No wonder he’s the Lord! The body was so good, to have lived until now!"
"I heard from that Karen, the Lord went out for foot massages with him daily. Turns out, a man oblivious to his wife’s beauty! If I were him, why go out at all? Just snuggle under the covers at home!"
"What do you know! That’s art, that’s life!" Ilia Danvers came over, proudly saying, "Anyone with info on the masseuse who worked for the Lord, 3 billion per tip! First come, first served!"
"Aye, the Lord blessed it! Don’t say 3 billion, I’ll give 30 billion! Tell me quickly!" A 500-year-old man shakily stood up, took a bottle from his pocket, flicked out a blue pill, and swallowed it. "You there, lead the way!"
Julius Reed was speechless.
Is this a funeral?
Aside from burning a few symbolic incense sticks, Pranay Martinez, Quella Radcliffe, Itai Huntington, and Bamboo Whitaker were crying inconsolably.
Everyone else was chit-chatting away.
Some even banged the table demanding food!
But just then.
A shout came from the door.
"Julius Reed’s illegitimate child, here to pay respects!"
Everyone turned their heads.
Seeing a group of people walking in from the entrance.
Leading them was a young woman, with a six or seven-year-old boy in tow.
Behind them, a band of menacing sunglasses-wearing thugs swaggered in.
"Dad! Why’d you just kick the bucket like that!" The child wiped his nose, charging forward, only to be stopped by Nelson.
"Stop! One more step and I’ll kill you."
Whish!
A flash of cold light emanated from her hand, with a chilling longsword drawn across the child’s path.
"Oh? What’s this. You’re not allowing even Mr. Reed’s illegitimate child to pay respects?" The man removed his sunglasses, pointing at Nelson, sneering, "Didn’t expect the sacred saint of Azure Mount to end up as Julius Reed’s mistress. Tsk tsk, the Lord truly is charming."
The first-floor hall went silent.
Everyone could tell they were here to stir up trouble.
Julius Reed had many enemies, but causing trouble at someone’s funeral seemed inappropriate, right?
"Is it you?" Itai Huntington squinted, face turning iron green, "Ulysses Huntington, you’d better leave on your own!"
This young man was none other than Ulysses Huntington, who had been sent away by the Huntington family for training since childhood.
The inside story was that Ulysses Huntington had died.
But now, Ulysses Huntington stood here alive, indicating that the rumors were true.
Itai Huntington had a bad premonition; it seemed that Ulysses Huntington was here for revenge.
"Hehe, Itai Huntington." A sinister smile curled on Ulysses Huntington’s face. "At my family’s funeral back then, wasn’t it you and the man in the coffin causing a ruckus?"
With those words, everyone sat back, ready for the drama.
Clearly here for payback.
"Oh, and I forgot to inform you of something." Ulysses Huntington pointed at his chest, smirking smugly, "I’m now the Field Operations Minister of the Global Martial Arts Association. The association has partnered with the Funeral Alliance to replace the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. Today, I kindly brought back Julius Reed’s surviving family, who dares to stop me!"
"Get lost!" Itai Huntington was about to charge forward, but Nelson held her back tightly.
As expected.
Some couldn’t hold back anymore.
Ready to stir trouble.
The Wolf Cavalry was in the backyard, they weren’t afraid.
"Go, pay respects, call him dad. I, Ulysses Huntington, am here representing the Martial Arts Association and the Funeral Alliance, anyone who stops me is defying both families!" Ulysses Huntington smirked.
Finally, time for revenge!
Dare to bully me?
Julius Reed was about to flip the table.
Bam!
Behind him, someone slammed the table!
Striding over to Ulysses Huntington!
"Who are you?" Ulysses Huntington furrowed his brows.
"Ha, pfft!" The bald man spat on his face, pointed at his nose, and cursed, "I’m Whitaker Dog, just who the hell are you to represent the Funeral Alliance? Who gave you the guts to represent your Master Dog! Do you even deserve it? Master Dog will make you look at your own piss and see for yourself!"
In front of everyone’s eyes, Whitaker Dog unzipped his pants and urinated directly on Ulysses Huntington’s shoes.
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