A Fallen Heir’s Redemption By ( Lucian and Freya )
Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Fist of the God of Destruction

When the burly men all appeared inside the hall, the atmosphere inside reached a critical juncture. Everyone froze as they felt an immense pressure, especially when they saw the furious glare Henry had. They knew then that there was no escaping for Lucian.

“Lucian, this whole time, you’ve been making a fool of the Gray family like an annoying clown!”

“Not only did you send me a coflin on my sixty–sixth birthday and insulted the Infernal War God, you even broke my son’s legs. Did you think I didn’t kill you because I was afraid of you? You are nothing but an ant to me. I can squish you with a mere thought.”

Henry was absolutely furious, his voice cracking as he shouted at Lucian.

The rest of the Gray family–Gareth, Tom, William and all the younger generation–stood behind Henry and looked at Lucian with just as much animosity. This whole time, they had wanted to kill him, but they were just too busy preparing for the Gray Group’s public listing that they didn’t have the time to deal with Lucian..

However, now was the best opportunity to get rid of Lucian.

“He’s finished. Lucian has really pissed off Mr. Gray now. There’s no running for him anymore.”

“That kid has always been a boastful one and didn’t respect the Gray family at all. He has it coming.”

“Oh my god, there’s over a hundred and fifty men, all with a knife in their hand. I can’t believe Mr. Gray is viewing that little bastard this highly to have hired so many men just to take him down. There’s no chance of winning for Lucian at all.”

Everyone in the crowd believed that Lucian would surely die today. There were just too many fighters present.

Dax couldn’t help flashing a cold smile when he noticed the turn of events. The thing he had been waiting for the most was finally happening. Henry was now furious enough to order the death of Lucian and erase this brat from the face of the earth.

Tom pointed at Lucian and barked, “Lucian, I have to say, you really managed to piss us off. Grandpa was even willing to hire over a hundred capable fighters to kill you. At first, I thought this was a bit of an overkill. I never imagined you would walk right into our trap. Today is the day you die.”

“Kill him. You have to kill him!” Drake pointed at Lucian and angrily shouted, recalling how he got completely blacklisted by the Infernal Group.

Tom said maliciously, “Don’t worry, Drake. We’ll definitely kill that bastard today. He crippled my father and confined him to a wheelchair. We definitely need to get back at him for that! He must

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die! I don’t care if a guardian angel comes to save him. There’s no stopping this!”

Lucian simply smoked his cigarette and said, “You think you can kill me with just these people? You’ve grossly underestimated me.”

“What did you say?”

The person leading the fighters was a muscular man in his forties. He had the title of God of Destruction and led many fighters in the underground scene. Naturally, given his outstanding strength, he found Lucian’s condescending tone displeasing. He pointed his knife at Lucian and said furiously, “Are you looking down on the God of Destruction?”

“The God of Destruction? You have the gall to call yourself that?”

Lucian looked at the man with contempt and chuckled coldly. Not even the top–ranked War God of Destruction in Mabyrac would last three strikes from him, much less some underground God of Destruction.

“Stop wasting your breath and just get your men to break his legs already,” Henry angrily commanded.

“Why would I need so many people just to take care of a single ant?”

The God of Destruction took off his large overcoat and said to Henry, “Mr. Gray, this brat is arrogant despite his weak strength. Today, I will personally take care of him and show him the might of the God of Destruction.”

Everyone could tell that the God of Destruction was angry.

Everyone knew that in Sioux’s underground scene, there were three notable brawlers. Out of all of them, the God of Destruction ranked third, and he was capable of killing two bulls with the force of a single punch. His strength was terrifying, and for someone with a small stature like Lucian, there was no way he could withstand even a single blow.

“Good. I want you to wipe the floor with him.”

Henry’s eyes were filled with murderous intent as he said, “First, break his legs and avenge my

son.”

“That’s no problem at all,” the God of Destruction noted as he cracked his neck then proceeded to the rest of his body.

Lucian gently put his cigarette out and tossed it in the ashtray. He looked at the God of Destruction and said, “God of Destruction, I suggest you get a casket ready before fighting me. Or do you already have your own grave prepared?”

The crowd drew in a cold breath. They were stupefied by Lucian’s provocations.

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“How arrogant. The sheer audacity of him to speak with the God of Destruction in such a manner.”

“Does he not know that the God of Destruction is one of the top three brawlers in Sioux’s underground scene? Even though he was only ranked third, he was still not someone Lucian can take lightly. I can already see how he’ll end up beaten to a pulp for his indiscretion.”

“Oh I pity the Father of Commerce for having such a fool for a son. Alexander Gray must be rolling in his grave!”

“I’m going to kill you,” the God of Destruction leapt around with nimble steps and launched a devastating punch at Lucian’s face.

Everyone was holding their breath as they watched. Some were looking at Lucian with sympathy, knowing that he would likely die, if not be heavily injured under such an attack. However, to offend the God of Destruction was to walk along the precipice of death.

“Yes, beat him up. Beat him to death!” Henry couldn’t help himself from cheering.

He wasn’t the only one cheering on the God of Destruction; many in the crowd were eager to see Lucian dead.

“Hmph, you think I can be killed by the likes of you?” Lucian said coldly. Against the oncoming fist from the God of Destruction, Lucian simply watched on coldly then turned his body sideways and easily dodged the attack. After which, he struck out with his fist. Like a ferocious tiger, his imposing presence rendered the God of Destruction completely powerless before his fist had even landed.

This… is too powerful.

The God of Destruction trembled like a weak little cat before Lucian’s mighty presence, a stark contrast from the bold lion he was just a second ago.

With a loud bang, Lucian’s punch landed squarely on the God of Destruction’s chest.

The sound of bones cracking could be heard as the God of Destruction’s chest instantly caved in from the blow. He then fell on the ground and passed out on the spot.

The entire banquet hall gasped in horror at the sight.

Henry, Gareth, all the presidents of the Big Five and the rest of the crowd were dumbfounded!

Lucian had knocked the God of Destruction with a single punch. How strong was he?!

Lucian casually flicked his wrist and looked down at the God of Destruction, “That’s all you got? You lost before I even used any force.”

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“Attack him. All of you! He can’t guard against everyone at the same time.”

Henry was adamant on taking Lucian’s life. He yelled like a mad man, “I’ll give ten million dollars to whoever kills Lucian!”

Money was a very good motivator, after all.

In the next second, over a hundred men charged forward with knives at the ready.

Suddenly, the repeated firing of guns could be heard from the entrance, surprising everyone. The crowd quickly turned to look at the entrance.

Prince Ezekiel and the Grim Reapers had come with their own subordinates in tow.

Their numbers were a thousand strong, completely blocking the corridors leading up to the hall.

gun. Giving In addition, about a hundred of them standing in the front each had a submachine off the impression of bandits, the sight of them caused many in the crowd to feel like they were at death’s door.

“This…” Henry was flabbergasted. However, given that Lucian had backup, it was no wonder he had the gall to show his face today.

“Prince Ezekiel, Grim Reapers, what business do you have here?”

Henry pointed at the three of them and barked, “Are you going to risk offending the soon–to–be publicly listed Gray Group for the sake of an exiled piece of trash?”

“Oh can it, you old coot!” Prince Ezekiel was dressed in an overcoat, making him look suave and cool. Holding onto a shotgun, he walked up to Henry and said, “I owe a debt of honor to Alexander. Now that his son is in danger, how can I sit back and watch? I don’t plan to get in the way of your party, but if you dare harm a single hair on Lucian’s head, I will have your life!”

The Grim Reapers also stepped forward and said, “Mr. Lucian saved our daughter’s life. We also owe him a debt of gratitude. We will not stand idle if you even so much as touch him.” Henry and the rest were dejected at how adamant they were.