Chapter 14

When he saw that Diego had made an appearance, he sneered, "You came at just the right time, Vaquez! Take your daughter away! I'm definitely killing this kid today!"

Ignoring him, Diego looked at Scott and uttered, "I'm sorry about your experience here, Mr. Reigns."

His humble demeanor had surprise inundating everyone there.

"No problem. The Queen family is insignificant, so they can't do anything to me," Scott answered him with a faint smile.

However, his remark infuriated Micheal once again. "Kid, the Queen family can't possibly maintain our foothold in Starcity if I don't kill you today!"

After saying that, he turned to his dozens of bodyguards. "Whoever kills him will have a reward of one million!"

The instant they heard about the monetary reward, a greedy look flashed in their eyes, and they all rubbed their palms in anticipation.

"I'll just see who dares to make a single move! Don't forget that it's my territory here, and this is my hotel!" Diego bellowed.

As his words rang out, several dozens more security guards arrived. The butler of the Vaquez family also rushed over with sweat dripping off his forehead.

"I've already conveyed your orders, Mr. Vaquez! The security guards at the your residence and all other properties are rushing over right now. The bodyguards will be here very soon!" the butler reported to Diego

He nodded in acknowledgment, and the butler retreated to the side.

Meanwhile, Micheal promptly frowned when he heard butler's report. "Are you planning to battle it out with me just because of this kid, Diego?"

"Michael if you insist on killing Mr. Reigns, I don't mind battling it out with the Queen family. Do you think I'll be afraid of you?" Diego proclaimed fearlessly.

The Vaquez and Queen families were equal in strength, so both parties were sure to suffer heavy losses if they were to engage in a fight.

All the guests retreated far away even as they inwardly surmised, If both families were to duke it out, it'd definitely benefit the other families!

Micheal's face flushed bright red, and the murderous intent in his eyes intensified.

"You're forcing my hand, so don't blame me for showing you no courtesy, Diego! You forgot one thing—Mr. Fowler owes the Queens family a favor!"

As soon as his words fell, Diego's expression changed, and a sliver of panic crept into his eyes.

Even the guests around them shuddered when they heard that name, and a chill ran down their spines.

The so-called Mr. Fowler was known as Dante Fowler and was the head of the Ravaging dynasties. In fact, he was the true underground king of the whole of Starcity.

There was a well-known saying in Starcity that illustrated the capability of the Ravaging dynasties—even if you offend the Grim Reaper, never transgress against the Ravaging dynasties!

As the head of the Ravaging dynasties, Dante was a figure who could send ripples all across Starcity with a single stomp of his foot.

Noticing Diego's terrified expression, Michael cracked up. "I'll pretend that nothing happened if you leave with your men now, Diego! Don't force me to give Mr. Fowler a call!"

The corner of Diego's eye twitched, and he wavered because Dante's name was just too resounding. The Vaquez family couldn't afford to offend him.

"I'll handle my own problems, Mr. Vaquez. You should leave with your men," Scott urged as he could see the man's hesitance.

Gritting his teeth, Diego stated, "You're the one who saved my life, Mr. Reigns. Aren't you insulting me by saying such a thing? If a fight breaks out later, I'll have my daughter make a run for it with you. Neither Dante nor Micheal will dare kill me."

"Dad…" Stephanie clutched at his sleeve tightly.

"My darling, go to the secret chamber in our residence after fleeing with Mr. Reigns. Wait until everything has calmed down before coming out," Diego instructed her.

"So, what's your decision, Diego? Do you want me to trouble Mr. Fowler?" Michael demanded upon seeing that Diego still hadn't made his stance clear.

"I'm going to defend Mr. Reigns to the very end, Michael!" he answered with steely determination written all over his face.

"Fine! I laud you for your guts!" Clenching his jaw, Michael phoned Dante right away.

In truth, he didn't want to cash in that favor because it was reserved for a time when the Queen family was in desperate needs. Back then, his father once allowed Dante to stay overnight when it was raining. Thus, the young man then said that he owed the Queen family a favor, and they could seek him out to call it in anytime.

The Queen family initially hoped to use it when they encountered a great crisis, but Michael was unwilling to accept defeat by not killing Scott that day. That aside, the Queen family would also become the brunt of the joke. For that reason, he decided to cash in the favor and ask Dante to come over.

Shortly after the call was made, a flurry of thunderous footsteps was heard. Many people cast their gazes out the window, only to be dumbfounded at once.

Men in black suits and holding machetes surrounded De Angelo Hotel. There were hundreds of them, and they all exuded a murderous aura.

Stark despair weighed Diego down when he saw that sight. Crap! It looks like Mr. Reigns can't escape death today!

Click!

The door of the banquet hall was pushed open. Twenty over burly men in suits who stood at 2 meters rushed in with chilly expressions on their faces. They stood in two rows with their heads held up high and chests puffed out, forming straight lines.

"Welcome, Mr. Fowler!" the twenty men in suits greeted in unison, their voices so resounding that the chandelier on the ceiling shook.

"Whoa! What a grand spectacle!"

"As expected of Mr. Fowler!"

"Let's all keep our mouths shut lest we lose our lives…"

The crowd whispered among themselves, but they all zipped their mouths in no time.

Everyone trained their gazes in the direction of the door. Soon after, a middle-aged man of about fifty years dressed in a fitted suit and leather shoes strode in.

The leather shoes were so shiny that they could reflect a person's countenance. That person was none other than the underground king of Starcity and the head of the Ravaging dynasties, Dante Fowler.

"Mr. Fowler" Michael greeted deferentially, hastily moving forward.

"I'm exceedingly busy. Who do you want to kill?" Dante asked point-blank.

Pointing at Scott, Micheal replied, "Him!"

He swept his gaze over Scott, only to see that the man was dressed ordinarily and was a tad thin. There's nothing special about him. I wonder why Micheal wants to kill him.

He then headed towards Scott. Diego and Stephanie stood before him, and they both trembled as they stared at the approaching man.

"Buzz off!" Dante ordered with a frown when he saw them blocking his path.

With those two words alone and the oppressive aura he exuded, Both father and daughter felt so suffocated that they could hardly breathe.

Upon seeing that, Scott placed his hands on their shoulders. "Step aside, Mr. and Ms. Vaquez I'll handle my matters by myself."

He pushed them aside before taking a step forward, coming face to face with the demon...