"The Kingstons? Hmph!" A cold glint of sharpness appeared in Lucas's eyes. He composedly headed to the bathroom to wash off the bloodstains on his hands.

He then took out his cell phone and made a call. "There's a corpse in my bedroom. Send someone to pick it up and dump it at the entrance of the Kingston residence. Clean up the room too."

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"Yes, Lucas!" the other person immediately acknowledged without hesitating or asking about anything, as if it was just a simple order.

Lucas hung up and took a look at the time. It had only been three minutes since he entered the villa.

After thinking about it, he changed into a fresh set of clothes before walking out of the villa. He opened the car door and got inside.

Cheyenne and Amelia were both unaware of the murder that had just occurred in their home and were still excitedly discussing the restaurant where they were going to have dinner.

"I just called Charlotte, but she said that she's tied up with work. When we reach the restaurant later, we'll send her the address, and she'll join us when she can," Cheyenne said.

The three of them were living together with Charlotte in the villa.

Now that they had decided to go to a restaurant for dinner, they naturally wouldn't leave Charlotte out.

"Okay!" Lucas naturally wouldn't object, so he nodded, started the car engine, and began driving to the restaurant.

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At this moment, in a villa of the Wallaces' manor in Orange County…

In the spacious and comfortable guest hall, there was an energetic-looking, completely bald old man in his late sixties. His cheeks were flushed, and if not for his graying eyebrows and the few deep wrinkles on his forehead, it was almost impossible to tell that he was advanced in age.

His eyes were slightly closed, but his eyes seemed to glisten from time to time.

There was another middle-aged man in his forties sitting up straight near him. It was Bryant Wallace, Liam's father.

Holding onto a small and delicate teapot, he was carefully pouring some tea for the old man in front of him.

"Henry, thank you for helping us get rid of a huge scourge this time. This is made from the finest Earl Grey tea leaves in my father's cherished collection. Please try it!" Bryant said respectfully.

The bald old man picked up the teacup, gave it a sniff, and then raised the teacup to take a gentle sip of the tea. He finally sighed with satisfaction. "As expected of the finest Earl Grey tea leaves, it tastes great!"

Bryant knew to observe the expressions of others and act accordingly. He hurriedly said, "My father has plenty of tea leaves left. It's our honor that you like it. I'll give you a few boxes!"

"Haha, alright." Henry Salve chuckled and accepted it without standing on ceremony.

Seeing that Henry had accepted the gift, Bryant was also in a pleasant mood. So he took the opportunity to broach the topic with Henry. "Henry, I'm sure you've seen that video I sent you. What do you think of Lucas Gray's combat skills? He should still be rather inferior to Nolan, right?"

Henry said proudly with a nod, "Of course! That punk is an amateur. He's nothing compared to me and my apprentice!"

Then Henry picked up a white porcelain teacup on the table and crushed it by giving it a tight little squeeze. Immediately afterward, he picked up one of the broken pieces, placed it between his fingers, and then flicked it forcefully. In an instant, the broken porcelain piece darted through the air and struck the door.

Bang!

A small hole was bored in the sturdy wooden door.

"Wow!" Bryant immediately gasped in amazement. It was the first time he saw with his own eyes someone boring a hole through a wooden door nearly ten meters away with a piece of a broken porcelain cup!

Most importantly, Henry seemed to have done it effortlessly. Yet there was already so much power in his strike, and it didn't seem inferior to Lucas's strike!

Seeing the look of admiration on Bryant's face, Henry couldn't help but be smug, but he maintained an indifferent expression. He said nonchalantly, "What's there to make a fuss about? It's just some beginner skills. My apprentice can also do it effortlessly!"

After seeing Henry's move, Bryant felt much more relieved. He initially thought that Lucas was already powerful and impressive enough. But to his surprise, it was just a beginner skill in the eyes of a top expert like Henry!

This just showed that Henry's skills were absolutely elite, and he could easily defeat Lucas!

His spirits were lifted, and he could almost imagine the scene of Henry's apprentice, Nolan, bringing Lucas's head back.

At that time, he would definitely carry Lucas's head and place it in front of Liam's grave!

Both of them sat quietly in the guest hall and sipped on some tea while waiting for Nolan to return with good news.

But as time passed, there was no news from Nolan. Bryant raised his wrist quietly to look at the time and discovered that almost three hours had passed. Logically speaking, Nolan should have returned long ago.

"Um… Henry, should we give Nolan a call and ask about the situation?" Bryant asked, getting a little impatient.

Henry's face turned sullen, and he questioned in displeasure, "What? Are you doubting my apprentice's abilities? Do you think he can't deal with Lucas Gray?"

"No, no, no, I definitely don't mean that!" Bryant hurriedly explained. "I… I just realized that it's getting late, and it should be dinner time soon. I've already instructed my cooks to prepare a feast for you two."

"Hmph, are we not going to eat if he doesn't return?" Henry asked in displeasure.

He was still acting all lofty and aloof just now. But after his face turned sullen, his aura became menacing, and it frightened Bryant to the point of shivering.

"Yes, I'll instruct them to serve the food!" Bryant quickly said before leaving anxiously. Only after he was far away did he wipe the cold sweat on his forehead. Afterward, he hurriedly instructed his servants to set the table.

After Bryant left the guest hall, Henry called Nolan with a gloomy expression.

But no one answered even after a long time.

Henry darkened. It's just dealing with some punk. Hasn't Nolan dealt with him yet?

"Henry, bad news. There's going to be trouble!" Suddenly, someone pushed the door open and stumbled in, his face deathly pale and full of horror. It was Bryant, who just left a short while ago!

"Why are you yelling? Behave yourself! Are the Wallaces all so ill-mannered?" Henry was already in a foul mood, and he got even more frustrated when Bryant suddenly charged in.

"It's No-Nolan…" Bryant, who had always been calm, was so flustered that he couldn't speak coherently.

"What happened to Nolan? Is he back?" Henry quickly asked.

On the verge of tears, Bryant spluttered, "Nolan… Nolan is dead!"