Chapter 2077 The Young Men From the Thunder Clan

After leaving the residence of the national doctors, Orlaith immediately summoned her subordinate.

"Find Matthew Larson and bring him to me."

The subordinate's figure vanished from sight. Afterward, he began to make various arrangements. The first wave of turbulence and turmoil came forth in Bainbridge, where the dark currents surged violently beneath the surface.

There was only one unexpected factor. Although Orlaith foolishly believed that her subordinates were well-hidden, their existence had long been discovered by the influential people in Bainbridge.

"What is the insignificant Emsgate trying to do?"

"Why do you care? It's just the foolish antics of insignificant people who call themselves the Thunder Clan."

"Nevertheless, they're within the jurisdiction of Bainbridge. If something happens because of them, won't the situation explode beyond our means of control?"

"Seriously, why are you so worried? You're not even involved in this matter. Besides, so many foreigners have gathered together in one place. Do you think the army is ignorant of their movements?

Forget it. Let's not talk about these matters. You were the one who decided to play this game of chess, so take a good look and pay close attention to the situation."

"What do you mean by 'take a good look'? I know I am good-looking, but what do my good looks have to do with the situation?"

"Shut up…"

…

In the Bane Manor, Matthew left with Old Madam Bane's birthday banquet invitation despite Old Mr.

Bane's repeated requests for him to stay.

However, an unfortunate incident occurred at Renew Pharmaceuticals while he was on his way back. A group of ruffians had charged into the lobby in large numbers. Just by looking at their appearance, it was easy to tell that these young men were not good people.

The receptionist hurried forward to intercept these ruffians. "Hello, sirs. I'm afraid we don't accept foreigners here. If you wish to consult a doctor, you may visit our branch office instead."

To her surprise, the young man leading the group of ruffians did not even bother to waste his time with a response. Raising his hand, he slapped the other party without warning. Then, he picked up a teapot from the nearby table and smashed it against the ground.

"Speak! Where is Matthew Larson?" He pressed a sharp ceramic shard from the teapot against the receptionist's neck.

Nobody in Renew had ever encountered such a situation before. In their panic, they immediately fled the scene without helping the receptionist.

At that moment, a young man with long sideburns ran up to the leader. "Boss, we've found the backyard."

Nodding, the leader stroked the receptionist's face with a teasing smile. "Pretty lady, I'm afraid you no longer have the chance to answer my questions. As punishment for trying to stop us, I'm gonna leave a small wound on your face. Don't worry. It won't hurt much." At the same time, he licked his lips with a crazed smile.

The receptionist, who had collapsed on the floor before him, could only watch helplessly as the sharp ceramic shard slowly inched toward her. She was so frightened that she trembled in fright.

At that critical moment, a cold light flashed from among the crowd.

In comparison, the young man before him was much stronger than him. Nevertheless, the current circumstances forced him to take action. "How dare the dogs of Emsgate act so presumptuously in Cathay! You must not know the meaning of death."

Despite the stark difference in strength, his courage did not falter. The ruffians standing opposite him instantly became agitated when he insulted them and called them 'the dogs of Emsgate'. New chаpter avąilable on Drаmanоvels.cом Before they could take action, the leader raised his hand and stopped them. "The Master's orders take precedence. The Seventh Squad will stay behind. Meanwhile, the rest will come with me."

Following his order, a team of nearly one hundred men rushed toward the backyard in a great procession. The dozen or so people remaining behind stared at the hidden sect disciple before them with playful smiles.