NovelEnglishChapter 429
Precarious Situation However, that didn’t stop him from showing off wherever he went. Raymond
seemed to have aged over a few days. His surgery and the lack of news about Donald had thrown the
old man into an abyss of darkness and despair. I’m already eighty years old. I won’t have much time to
live. Despite that, Silas still doesn’t want to let me go. It isn’t just Silas. Even the Campbell clan still
holds their grudge against me. At that moment, the care worker had just helped Raymond finish his
breakfast when a couple of tall, burly men in golden suits showed up in his room. The care worker
didn’t dare to move or even breathe loudly. On the other hand, Raymond wasn’t the slightest bit
anxious. He took a sip of his coffee and said, “What’s coming will come. I know the Campbell clan
won’t let me die peacefully.
They’ll want to humiliate and make me suffer thoroughly before letting me take my last breath.” The
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇteight men in golden suits didn’t respond and merely stared at Raymond with keen gazes. The
Campbell clan wouldn’t allow themselves to be disgraced. “But the Campbell clan thinks too highly of
me. They actually sent eight Golden Sentinels to fight against an old man like me,” Raymond said in a
self-deprecating tone. Each Golden Sentinel is an elite with a two-hundred-thousand power level. Only
the Campbell clan can form such a team. “How lively.” Before the eight men could say something, a
voice came from the other side of the door. Soon, eighteen bald men walked through the door. They
were the Eighteen Copper Men of Crimson Dust Order, with Francesco as their leader. Silas must have
sent them.
Their powers are on par with the Golden Sentinels. Donald beating up Brandon in public was
humiliating to Silas, so Silas had been looking for Donald for a long time and finally received
confirmation of his death. However, a ruthless man like Silas won’t let the matter slide unless he spills
some blood. He won’t consider Donald’s death as blood spilled, so he’ll switch his target to me. Silas
thinks the only way he can earn his dignity back is through killing me. Raymond still kept his
composure despite knowing his end was near. His calm-filled eyes showed he wasn’t afraid of death.
“The Eighteen Copper Men of Crimson Dust Order and the Golden Sentinels of the Campbell clan
need a lot of money and resources to train.” Raymond lifted his head. The Eighteen Copper Men were
bald and had copper-colored skin. Rumor had it these men practiced close-quarters martial arts,
training their bodies to be tough as nails that no weapon could pierce through them. The men soon
occupied every available space of the small room, with over a dozen of them squeezed into it. The
leader of the Golden Sentinels said, “Mr. Tyrone said he could let you live, but your life would be worse
than death. But now, Mr. Tyrone has changed his mind and said he wanted to watch you die in his
hands.” Raymond smiled as a flash of gloat crossed his face. “He’s the one that’s going to die soon. I’m
afraid he might die even earlier than I will.” The eight Golden Sentinels’ expressions turned murderous.
Why would Raymond offend Tyrone in the first place? That was because Raymond did some fortune-
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmtelling for Tyrone, claiming that Tyrone would not live over thirty years of age. Tyrone was twenty-nine
at the moment. No one knew if Raymond was telling the truth or if his fortune-telling was believable.
The fact was he spoke the truth. Otherwise, Tyrone wouldn’t have been so furious as to borrow the
Prince’s power to form a crushing force to defeat Raymond’s Golden Beast. With untreatable
congenital heart disease, Tyrone had been consulting every doctor and searching for a suitable heart
donor over the recent years, yet it was all in vain. He couldn’t find even one suitable donor. However,
there was, in fact, one suitable donor. That person was Tyrone’s older brother. As Tyrone’s older
brother was more respected and capable than Tyrone, a man like him would never be willing to donate
his heart to Tyrone. “How presumptuous!” the Golden Sentinels barked. “Raymond Campbell, it looks
like you haven’t suffered enough under the Campbell clan’s oppression. We’ll just have to crush you to
death then.” “Are you guys taking him down or letting us have the honor?” One of the Eighteen Copper
Men licked his lips with a bloodthirsty expression on his face. “Francesco ordered us to take
Raymond’s head back to him.”
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