Chapter 490

At that moment, many of them agreed. On a normal day, no one would dare c

ause a scene with them, as they were usually the bullies. Even if they we

re in the wrong, it didn't matter to them. Whoever was the better fighter

would be the superior party.

"What do you plan on doing?" Spring narrowed his eyes, seemingly upset.

"I want to deploy the shadow guards and turn that kid into minced meat!"

Autumn was seething in anger.

"Nonsense!" Spring shot up as he slammed the table. "The shadow guards ar

e the foundation of our family. How can you just mobilize them like that?

"I don't care! I'm getting revenge! If you don't agree, I'm asking Father

!" Autumn was stubborn.

"Who's looking for me?" At that moment, an elderly man with a white beard

and white brows slowly walked out. His hands were behind his back, and h

e looked calm. Even though he didn't give off a powerful air, his every s

tep and move exuded a subtle sense of authority.

"Sir Paul!"

Paul's appearance had everyone on their feet as they paid their respects.

Even Autumn, who was defiant

earlier, turned submissive.

Paul sat confidently at the head of the table, his expression indifferent

. "Who said they wanted to deploy the

shadow guards?"

Everyone else, including Spring, could only obediently stand and remain q

uiet.

"It's me, Dad." Autumn stepped out determinedly.

"And your reason?" Paul picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, not even s

paring him a glance.

"Someone crippled my son and injured at least two hundred of our elites.

A threat like that must be dealt with!" Autumn complained with indignatio

n.

Paul responded calmly, "So, what you mean to say is, your son was beaten

up into a pulp because he's useless, and now you want the entire family t

o pay for your antics?

"What?" Autumn was taken aback. He couldn't comprehend what Paul said. He

never expected his father to

respond that way.

"Dad! It's your grandson who was battered! Don't you feel bad for him?" A

utumn decided to use emotional

persuasion.

"He deserved it for being a bad fighter. If he has the ability, get him t

o fight back himself. He's a weakling if he

needs to hide behind the family's strength." Paul was expressionless.

"But-"

"Don't try your nonsense with me!"

Autumn tried to explain but was stopped by Paul, who had raised a hand. "

The Hill family was built on martial

prowess. Every generation has gone through battles and conquests. But you

r generation is pampered and

weak. You have completely forgotten about our ancestral teachings and the

dignity that comes with being a martial artist. Did you think martial ar

tists were born into lavish feasts and beautiful women?

"A martial artist sweats, bleeds, fights valiantly, faces death and emerg

es victorious, and crawls out of piles of corpses and pools of blood! Loo

k at you. How many of you have experienced near–

death experiences? And how many of you have truly set foot on the battlef

ield? Today, even a young lad can mess around with all of

you, and yet you have the audacity to complain to me? All of you are a bu

nch of useless trash!"

With his final insult, the entire room fell silent. Not only Autumn, but

every Hill family member present broke out in cold sweats. They understoo

d that Paul was furious not because they had caused trouble, but because

of their incompetence.

"Today's incident will serve as a wake–up call for all

of you." Paul stood up and dusted off his clothes.

"Autumn, bring your son to apologize to Dustin. That lad's future is brig

ht, and he's not someone we should be

enemies with. At the very least, he's not someone you bunch of losers can

afford to offend."

"Dad"

"If you refuse, I will kick you out of the family." With that, Paul left

without another word, leaving the remaining family members looking at eac

h other in fear and regret.