Chapter 832
Zephyr immediately flew into a rage. “Rodney, you little bastard! I haven’t even settled the score with you for messing with Aspen! After I take care of that punk Andrew, I’ll be visiting Madblade Martial Academy too!”
Rodney’s expression turned cold. “Great. I’ll be right here waiting for you. But honestly, I doubt I’ll ever get the chance. After today, it’s still up in the air whether your Bridgefields Stevens family will even exist.”
Zephyr’s fury burned hotter as he finally saw it for what it was–these people had come together just to take down his family.
Nonetheless, he was not so easily intimidated. “Mr. Garner, Madam Vostokoff, what’s the meaning of this? Who is this ‘boss’ of yours? As far as I know, my family has never crossed paths with him.”
Natasha and Dylan exchanged glances before both of them let out mocking laughs.
“Mr. Zephyr, who in the world gave you the confidence to bring your entire family here to Jayrodale without even knowing what’s going on? You’re hilarious–running your mouth about taking out our boss when you don’t even know who he is.”
“Zephyr, you ought to use your brain a little. Even now, you still don’t get what’s happening! No wonder the Bridgefields Stevens family is about to go down in flames!” Even Stephen joined in on the ridicule, chuckling at Zephyr’s clueless expression.
They had to give him credit–marching in without a single clue yet still acting like he was in control? That was some next-level arrogance.
Zephyr’s heart pounded as realization hit him. “W–What did you just say? Are you telling me that your boss is Andrew?!”
Natasha looked at him like he was a complete idiot. “You’re just now figuring that out? Mr. Zephyr, you really are a bit slow, aren’t you?”
Zephyr’s face instantly turned grim as he thought, ‘So, Aspen was telling the truth all along. Andrew has taken over Jayrodale’s entire underground scene, and Dylan and Natasha are working under him.’
Nonetheless, Zephyr was not afraid. The Bridgefields Stevens family had brought all their top fighters here. Even if Jayrodale’s underground forces got involved, Zephyr was confident he could still put up a fight.
His gaze shifted to Silas, the head of Radiant Group and the representative from Wealthroller Investments. His voice was steady but heavy. “And what about you two? Surely you’re not standing with Andrew too?”
Silas answered in an indifferent tone. “Mr. Lloyd is one of our people here in Jayrodale. We don’t need outsiders from Bridgefields coming here to pick fights. Besides, it’s not just your Bridgefields Stevens family–even if someone from Jayrodale tried to challenge Mr. Lloyd’s authority, Radiant Group would have no problem dealing with them.”
The Wealthroller Investments representative was even more direct. “Mr. Zephyr, Mr. Lloyd said your family must be itching for a beating. So he sent me and my men to personally escort your entire family–to their graves.”
Meanwhile, Cedric was unfazed by the tension and simply smiled. “I work at Mr. Lloyd’s Moonlit Apothecary. I’m just here to watch the show and see how your family meets its end.”
For the first time, a cold dread crept into Zephyr’s heart. The two senior grandmasters standing beside him broke into cold sweats.
As for the other Stevens family elites? They were all pale, their nerves stretched thin, fear gripping their very souls.
After all, there were just too many of them. This was not a simple feud–this was a full-blown crackdown on the Bridgefields Stevens family.
Eight of the most powerful organizations in Jayrodale had joined forces to crush them. How the hell were they supposed to fight back?
Zephyr was caught between fury and disbelief. He silently cursed his luck.
Andrew had not even shown up and had already gathered this massive force against them. He wondered if this was really the end for the Bridgefields Stevens family.