Salute To The General
Chapter 609 Member Of The Cross Family

Chapter 609 Member Of The Cross Family

At the most luxurious mansion in Horton, the Ophidian Villa.

The Ophidian Villa was a work of art designed for a rich man. Anyone who could live in the Ophidian

Villa would have to be one of the top five hundred richest men nationwide.

Even then, you had to go through the approval of the Ophidian Villa's most important resident, Tyson

Brown, also known as Quetzalcoatl, before you could stay there.

The people who lived there had to be both rich and influential.

Only people with immense wealth and power were befitting of living in the Ophidian Villa.

At this point, in the villa's most luxurious study.

A fifty-year-old man with rosy cheeks and an authoritative presence was reading in leisure.

He was the renowned Quetzalcoatl of the East, Tyson Brown.

A group of people from the Lund family knelt before Tyson, led by Jet Lund himself.

Tyson finally tore his eyes off his book and glanced at the men kneeling before him. He asked calmly,

"Mr. Lund, why are you doing this?"

Jet kowtowed before him and begged, "Both of my sons and my grandson have died in the South. I

have no choice but to plead with you, Quetzalcoatl, to help me fulfill my revenge."

The Lunds behind him begged, "Please, Quetzalcoatl, help us achieve our revenge."

Tyson frowned, "You've gotten the wrong man for the job. I've already semi-retired and chose not to

interfere meddle in the affairs of others for a long time. I'm no longer as powerful as I was before.

Please leave.”

Jet hurriedly replied, "Quetzalcoatl, you're being too humble. Everyone knows that you're the

uncrowned king of Horton, the Jewel of the East. You're revered by all and your disciples and

descendants are all influential men. All you need to do is cough, and the whole of the East would kill for

you."

Tyson laughed and turned to his butler, Guilford, "Look, they said that people will die with only just one

cough from me. I must be a monster then, haha."

Guilford was Tyson's trusted butler. He was sixty and a hunchback, and everyone knew he was Tyson's

favorite.

However, Guilford only smiled and did not speak. He knew well that actions spoke louder than words.

Jet knelt down and continued, "Quetzalcoatl, if you're willing to help us, we are willing to offer ten billion

for your hard work."

Ten billion! That's a large sum!

Tyson's gaze fell upon Jet and replied plainly, "Mr. Lund, this isn't a matter of money. I really have

retired and don't wish to matter in such affairs. These hands are for reading, so I don't want them to

touch another drop of blood. Do you understand?"

Jet pleaded, "Quetzalcoatl, you've already taken many lives with these very hands, enough to dye an

entire lake red. Surely a few more would mean nothing to you?”

Tyson Brown was about to fly into a rage.

Tyson asked in confusion, "What has your son and grandson's killer got to do with me?"

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Tyson's eyes widened, "Come again?"

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