Lucas remained in his seat without moving a single muscle and simply said calmly, "I'm not in with them. Besides, I didn't touch you either."

A hazy gloominess appeared in Tyron's eyes.

He looked at Lucas hostilely. This man indeed didn't join them in hitting me just now, but so what? I don't need a reason to hit someone!

Besides, all the people in the room were shivering while kneeling in front of him, but Lucas was the only one still sitting calmly in his chair, which was a blatant disregard of him!

I must teach this guy a lesson so that he knows to be scared of me when he sees me in the future!

With an icy cold gaze in his eyes, Tyron stormed toward Lucas with the crowbar in his hand. Just as he was about to hit Lucas with it, a commotion broke out outside the private room, and a white-haired old man suddenly hurried over.

"Mr. Benson, I really didn't expect that you'd come here to LA all of a sudden. I'm really sorry for failing to welcome you personally!" The white-haired old man was none other than Damon Parker, the helmsman of the Parkers.

He was obviously older than Matthew, but he was extremely polite and subservient toward Matthew, lowering his position as far as possible.

This was beyond Matthew's expectations.

He originally thought that the Parkers, one of the top two giants of LA now, would put on airs since they often enjoyed the flattery of others, and many would curry favor with them.

Besides, Damon was a generation older than Matthew, so Matthew thought that Damon might act condescending just because of his age and demand that he let Kenneth off.

But he didn't expect Damon to be so sly and not even mention the matter regarding his grandson Kenneth but instead acted like he was talking with Matthew as a peer of the same generation.

Matthew said with an insincere smile, "Mr. Parker, I know you're a busy man. How can you have the time to see me?"

When Damon heard the hostility in Matthew's voice, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said with a smile, "You must be joking, Mr. Benson. How can the Parkers compare to your family? Had I known earlier that you were here, I would have definitely welcomed you and entertained you properly!"

Matthew was finally satisfied, and he said relaxedly, "Actually, Mr. Parker, you still don't know why I suddenly asked you to come here, do you?"

Damon's heart palpitated. The thing on his mind finally happened. In the call, Kenneth had merely mentioned that he had offended Matthew Benson and asked him to rush over immediately. So Damon hadn't had the time to ask about anything else.

Damon hurriedly looked at the ground and saw that his favored grandson, Kenneth, was now kneeling on the ground alongside his friends, who were all injured and grimacing in pain while enduring the agony.

In comparison, Kenneth's clothes were only slightly dirty. At the very least, he was in a much better state than his friends.

Damon was still at a loss, as he didn't know how on earth his grandson and his friends had offended Matthew. But that didn't get in his way of carrying out his plan.

"Scoundrel, defiant beast! I teach you every single day at home to be polite and never ever offend anyone when you're out. Have you been turning a deaf ear to my instructions? How dare you offend Mr. Benson? How audacious of you! You've utterly disgraced the Parkers!" Damon kicked Kenneth in the chest a few times with all his might.

He wasn't acting at all and really kicked Kenneth hard, so much so that Kenneth fell to the side and collapsed onto the ground, clutching his chest in pain.

After teaching his grandson a severe lesson, Damon turned to Matthew and said apologetically, "Mr. Benson, it's all my fault for failing to take my grandson in hand, so he ended up offending you. Please punish him as you please. Even if you want to kill this beast, the Parkers will have no complaints!"

"Grandpa!" Kenneth widened his eyes in disbelief as he stared at his grandfather in shock. Didn't Grandpa come here to plead for me? He actually said something so heartless!

Of course, Damon's words not only shocked Kenneth, but even the helmsmen of the other families in the room were astonished.

Even Matthew showed a trace of surprise.

He initially wanted to take advantage of Damon pleading for his grandson to make a killing off the Parkers as much as possible and make them suffer a massive loss.

But now that Damon already said that he would leave his grandson at his disposal, Matthew naturally wouldn't raise any other requests.

Besides, would Matthew really kill Damon's grandson over such a trivial matter?

Hmph, this old fogy Damon Parker is a cunning old fox!

In that case, I'll sell this old fogy a favor. If he's smart enough, he'll naturally repay the favor in other ways.

Matthew suddenly laughed and said, "That's not necessary. Since you've already said so much, it'll seem petty of me to hold it against these young men for such a trivial matter. On your account, I'll let this matter go, Mr. Parker!"

Damon immediately praised with a look of gratitude, "Mr. Benson, you're indeed very kind and magnanimous. I'm in awe and admiration of you!"

Then he kicked Kenneth with all his might again and hollered, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and thank Mr. Benson for being kind enough not to hold it against you."

Kenneth was overjoyed. He immediately kneeled in front of Matthew and exclaimed agitatedly, "Thank you, Mr. Benson! Thank you so much, Mr. Benson!"

With a smile on his face, Damon suddenly said to Matthew, "Actually, there's always been something that I've wanted to talk to you about, Mr. Benson. Unfortunately, there hasn't been an opportunity for me to do so."

Matthew raised his brows with great interest. "Oh, is that so? What's the matter?"

"It's about… a huge cooperation that will definitely benefit the Bensons. Mr. Benson, are you interested?" Damon squinted like a cunning old fox.

Matthew chuckled. "Haha, sure! It's so chaotic here. Let's go to the room next door to chat!"

Damon naturally agreed because it was just what he wanted.

"Son, I'm going to have a chat with Mr. Benson. I'll hand over everything here to you," Matthew instructed Tyron.

Tyron immediately agreed. Anyway, all the people he wanted to take revenge on had had at least an arm or a leg broken by him. Now, he just had to put an end to things and establish dominance.

"Kenneth, stay here and help Tyron handle some matters," Damon immediately instructed.

He was undoubtedly trying to make his grandson build better ties with Tyron.

It was actually a tremendous benefit for Kenneth too.

Matthew was well aware of this, but he didn't oppose it. There was no big deal in letting his son have one more loyal follower.

Kenneth was overjoyed. In the last ten minutes or so, he had been on a roller coaster of emotions.

He was very certain that he would have died because he thought that even his grandfather had given up on him. But he didn't expect there to be a twist of fate so soon and to receive a blessing in disguise, which was the chance to get closer to the Bensons.

Kenneth glanced at Lucas, who was still sitting composedly by the dining table, and an icy cold gaze flashed in his eyes. In a while, I'll get Tyron to deal with this bastard. I'll see if he can continue remaining seated and gloating over my predicament!