Chapter 576

Chapter 576 Punishing Lapdog Vaughn breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had finally defused the conflict. Suddenly, Emrys‘ voice echoed again. “Indeed, it’s pointless to argue with someone of such poor character.”

Everyone fell silent.

Crack!

The scene fell silent once again, followed closely by the sound of a shattering glass.

Gilbert had crushed the glass in his hand.

His expression was incredibly gloomy. This brat doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I’ve already let that matter go instead of pursuing it further, yet he continues to push his luck. He must be tired of living.

He deserves to die!

Colors drained from Vaughn’s face. His expression was complex as he glanced at Emrys. Then, without uttering a word, he shook his head in disappointment and walked away.

What else could he say?

He had already saved Emrys once, yet Emrys didn’t appreciate the opportunity.

Vaughn felt that he had already done more than enough.

Darrell had been holding back for so long, but at that moment, he could no longer contain himself.

Unable to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, he fanned the flames, saying, “Guy with the surname Lund, we’ve long since experienced your arrogance, but for you to dare disrespect Mr. Cunningham, aren’t you being too presumptuous?”

In this conflict, Darrell played a significant role.

It was the same back then.

The conflict between Emrys and Cillian and Brian was, in part, fueled by Darrell’s instigation.

After the last life–and–death gamble, Cillian stopped causing trouble for Emrys. Naturally, Brian dared not either, which left Darrell feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He didn’t want his teeth to have been broken in vain.

And so, Darrell began to stir up trouble again by Gilbert’s side, claiming that Emrys had stolen Gilbert’s woman, Blanche.

Naturally, Gillet was upset, which led to the scene that just unfolded.

Everything was going according to Darrell’s plan.

He spoke up now, aiming to intensify the conflict between Emrys and Gilbert.

However, no sooner had Darrell finished speaking than a figure appeared out of nowhere, moving like a phantom.

It swiftly rushed to Darrell’s front, grabbed the back of his neck, and violently slammed him into the edge of the table.

Bang!

That collision happened to strike Darrell’s teeth again.

The two gold front teeth, which had been recently fitted, were suddenly flung onto the ground.

The person who had made the move was Emrys. Emrys sneered, “I’ve come to realize that you really do have a sharp tongue!”

Darrell had already been taught a lesson, but he still couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Since he hadn’t learned his lesson, Emrys didn’t mind giving Darrell a revision.

Bang!

Everyone present was left stunned following that strike.

Recently, Darrell had been constantly trying to curry favor with Gilbert, a fact that was clear to everyone. In other words, Darrell was nothing more than Gilbert’s lapdog.

One should consider the consequences before punishing another person.

By daring to reprimand Darrell, Emrys was essentially disrespecting Gilbert.

Gilbert’s expression darkened, and he glared intently at Emrys with burning rage in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Emrys let out a disdainful chuckle and said, “What’s the matter? Are you uncomfortable seeing me hit your lapdog? Well, let me do it again!”

Bang!

Another powerful blow followed, and Darrell’s upper and lower rows of teeth were completely knocked out.

Emrys broke into a grin.

Regardless of whether those people were comfortable or not, he was certainly at ease. Who said I couldn’t do as I please after abandoning the title of Empyrean Lord? I, Emrys Lund, can be as unrestrained as I want!

Emrys had punished Gilbert’s lapdog twice in front of Gilbert.

In the end, he audaciously delivered a fierce kick to Darrell’s rear.

That wasn’t just a kick to Darrell’s rear, but it was also clearly a slap to Gilbert’s face!

Everyone present was stunned, their emotions incredibly complex.

They had witnessed arrogance before, but never to the extent displayed by Emrys. Does this brat truly have no fear of death?

Gilbert’s face had gone beyond ashen; it was now contorted with rage and utterly menacing.

He couldn’t control his anger without killing Emrys, the arrogant and cowardly jerk.

“You brat! You deserve to die!” With a furious roar, Gilbert smashed the table with a single punch, sending wooden splinters flying all over the floor.

Everyone around him was taken aback. Their bodies stiffened in shock,,and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.