Chapter 39 Golden Lord
Mark froze. “You’re the one that Jerald had mentioned, who Tiger had protected?”
It was Kevin’s turn to freeze in shock. “That’s me. However, it wasn’t Tiger who saved me. It was Harrison.”
Mark frowned. “Harrison is worthless sh*t. Louis? Garrett? They’re nothing. We are only wary of Mr. Green, who’s backing them up. Yet, even if he wishes to meet Jerald, he’s unable to do so,” he said.
He pondered for a moment before calling Jerald. “Hello, Jerald. Who was the person who had rescued Kevin previously?”
“Tyson, also known as Tiger.”
Mark asked, “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Mr. White, I wouldn’t dare to joke about such matters. I dealt with Tyson personally.” Jerald’s voice could be heard from the other end of the line.
Mark immediately looked at Kevin. “That’s suspicious. The one who saved you was Tyson!”
What kind of person was Tyson?
He was so powerful that he was nicknamed the North Prince!
His other nicknames, Single Blade War God and Tiger, came from his awesome battle prowess.
Even if Mark personally went to meet Tyson, Tyson would not necessarily entertain him.
However, he would head over to the Blade Alliance to save a useless person like Kevin. So what did this mean?
This meant that there was an extremely powerful person commanding him, and that person was ruling over Pollerton.
Jennifer and Kevin froze.
If it was not Harrison, who could it be?
Jennifer subconsciously thought of Donald. Shortly after, she shook her head. That’s impossible.
“Go and find out who that is,” Theo ordered.
Mark immediately replied with much respect, “All right, Mr. Wilson.”
Thereafter, he called Tyson. “Mr. Quirk, may I ask you a question? Previously, who was the one who had asked you to help Kevin out?”
“I’m sorry. I can’t tell you!” Tyson then hung up immediately.
Mark’s face swiftly darkened. His expression did not look too good.
Theo stood up and said, “It’s getting late. Rest well, Jennifer. We’ll officially manage the pharmaceutical matters tomorrow. Also, kid. Follow me. We’ll go and have a drink.”
Jennifer’s face was as pale as a sheet of paper. “I beg you. Please don’t do anything to Donald.”
“Rest assured, we won’t,” Theo reassured her.
Kevin trailed behind them clumsily.
Once they exited the house, Theo said, “We’ll get rid of Tyson first and ask him who he’s working for. Then, we’ll go and meet Mr. Waterson. Any questions?”
Mark chuckled bitterly. “We’ll have to depend on you for this, Lotus King.”
The bald man, who was two meters tall, smiled viciously. “Tiger means nothing to me. I’ll get rid of him now.”
Kevin was very excited. He liked to engage in such activities.
Meanwhile, Donald met Ryan.
“Lord Campbell. The Parasite’s subordinate, Bennett Waterson, has reached Pollerton. Chiliad Avion intends to get rid of him tonight,” Ryan reported. “It’s a little dangerous because Lotus King will also be there.”
Lotus King…
Donald narrowed his eyes, and a frosty smile appeared on his face. “That’s great. We’ll get rid of both of them tonight.”
“Chiliad Avion has instructed that you can’t reveal your identity for the time being. You’ll have to bear with it, Lord Campbell,” Ryan apologized and handed him a golden mask and a golden cloak.
Donald received it, and a nostalgic look appeared on his face.
He had worn the mask for the first time a decade ago. Everyone used to call him Golden Lord back then.
“Chiliad Avion is pretty interesting,” Donald said as his smile disappeared from his face.
Ryan smiled silently. Renewed respect could be seen in his expression.
“All right. You can go now.” Donald took the mask and received news from Bradley almost at the same time.
Mark, Lotus King, Kevin, and Theo were heading to Tyson’s location. From the looks of it, they were prepared to kill him.
Donald put on his golden cloak and mask in the dark before rushing to Tyson’s location.
Tyson had already withdrawn into seclusion. His nickname was the North Prince. The Mount Sea Sect that he had founded was on par with Blade Alliance. He had retired and opened a small restaurant in a remote area. It was eleven at night. The bulky North Prince, Tyson, was wiping tables with his back to the door.
He wore a chef’s attire, and his movements were slow and leisurely. At first glance, one could tell that he was a straightforward person.
No one would associate him with the North Prince warrior who was as powerful as the South, East, and West Princes.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
Without turning back, Tyson lazily said, “We’re closed.”
“I’m sorry. I’m a little hungry. I need to meet someone later on. Is it possible for you to just cook two simple dishes for me?”
A man who was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses walked it. He looked very polite and cultured, and he wore a patterned suit. The man looked around thirty years old. He even carried a suitcase, appearing to be someone from the working class. His attitude was extremely amicable.
Tyson said a little apologetically, “I’m sorry. We’re really closed.”
The man walked over directly and sat on a chair. “I’m really sorry, boss. I’m fine with two simple dishes and some beer. Please help me. Is that okay?”
His attitude was very humble, and a lethargic look appeared on his face.
Tyson pondered for a while before nodding. “Okay. Wait for me for a few minutes.”
The man bowed and expressed his gratitude.
Ten minutes or so later, Tyson cooked two simple dishes and brought them to him.
The man drank some beer and said, “Can you sit down and have a chat with me?”
Tyson froze for a moment before sitting down. “It’s pretty late. Are you working overtime?”
The man wolfed down the food and said blearily, “Yes. My boss has yet to finish dealing with some matters and told me to settle it.”
Before Tyson could speak, the glass door was pushed open again. His pupils contracted sharply.
Four people swaggered in.
They were Mark, Theo, Lotus King and Kevin!
