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"Papa said his estate and business was meant for you to run. He was always counting on you. Lombas and I were not cut out for it. If you spend too much time on martial arts, you will fall behind in other areas as well. If it was ancient times, he would not object, but now times are different, no matter how advanced the martial arts are, a few guns will surround them." Felia repeated the words in her father's voice.

"Uncle let me run the business?" Garon gasped, "How can that be?"

"How can it be? That's what dad decided a long time ago. Anyway, I don't care. I'm not good at school, I'm not good at martial arts, and my teacher says I have no talent. In the future, if you can't keep yourself alive, it's all up to you!" Filia put her arms around Garon and began to coquetry.

"Daddy says you're the only one of the younger generations who can take over his business and not let it go into decline. Lombas and I would be wiped out in a few years."

"Uncle expects so much from me." Garon was speechless. He had always felt that uncle's care for him had gone beyond a certain range, and was better than his own children. In Garon's childhood memory, when he and Lombas had a conflict, lombas was the one who got beat up. This partiality is not usually obvious.

This has led to Lombas' constant disdain for Garon and extreme dissatisfaction.

"Come on, come on." Philia grabs Garon by the arm and pulls back.

Garon has no choice but to follow Philia to the floor entrance. However, after a few steps, a few passers-by suddenly came out of the entrance of a tall boy with a cold face.

"Are you Garon?"

The teenager's white tights and black trousers highlight his strong muscles.

Garon paused and glanced at the boy. "And you are?"

"I am Lombas' cousin. I hear you beat Lombas by training yourself? Is that so?" The boy frowned at Garon.

"What do you mean? I put lombas down? Where did you hear that?" Garon wanted to enter the door, but was blocked by the boy's deliberate step. "Now, stop messing around and get out of my way."

"You are a member of the family, too. It is not proper to ask outsiders to lecture you. I have come here to lecture you for my cousin." The teenager deliberately blocked the entrance.

"Are you sick?" Garon looked at him silently, while Philia moved to one side, looking on.

He already knew where the boy had come from. His uncle's wife, the mother of Philia Lombards, was a member of a great old family from another part of the country. Now the uncle has made it clear that he intends to adopt his estate to another unrelated nephew. This disappointed the hopes of many of the family teenagers who had been deliberately befriending Lombasfelia.

This is where the conflict of interest comes in. Philia's mother's side of the family has seen its earnings decline in recent years because it is less likely to run the business. Naturally, the focus was on my uncle's thriving business.

And uncle started from nothing, in the process of prosperity, also with the help of his wife a lot of forces, for development. The strength of his wife's family also played a big role in his growth.

What does it mean that the uncle, who is now in charge, suddenly said he would hand over the business to his sister's son?

Garon's brain turned and he knew it.

This meant that the uncle thought that all the boys and girls on his wife's side of the family were no match for Garon. To say that only Garon can guarantee the survival of his property is proof.

At that time, the industry and business development side also made great efforts, and had taken my uncle's estate as a part of my own, but now suddenly appeared this trouble, naturally, my heart is not balanced.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Garon also has an idea.

"Lombas gave you the idea to come to me? Now stop messing around and get out of the way and let's go in and talk it over."

Young sneer, the body a crooked, block the road again. Arms folded, looking coldly at Garon.

Garon frowned. "It's not what you think it is. Let's go in and talk about it. Don't let Lombas use you as a gun.

He did not want to come into conflict with them. They were not the usual little families, mixed in grey and black, not the usual complexity. When that reputation conflicts, you get into a lot of trouble.

"Lombas didn't say that." Young sneer at Garon, body side, continue to block the road.

"Do you want me to move?" Garon is getting impatient. He's not in the mood to play brawl with a little guy.

"What if you don't get out of the way? The youth did not yield.

Garon's eyes were cold, and his right arm reached out and pinched the young man's neck.

The teenager kicked sideways against Garon's palm with a loud crack, and fine dust fell from the spot where their hands and feet had collided, shaking out a fine white ash.

Then he quickly pulls in his foot, another spin side kick, forming a circle, with the toe sharp point Garon at the wrist.

With the wind whistling from his pant legs, the boy's movements looked very cool and beautiful, and both feet were kicked in the same position as Garon. Then one step back and two steps back.

"That's it?"

Garon looks at him puzzled.

"You!" Young face white, forehead faint sweat, obviously just a few moves to him is not easy. When he saw his opponent's body not moving, he already knew how big the gap was.

Garon gave him a slight look, stood still, patted the ashes on his hands, and walked directly through the open entrance. His palms and wrists were not even red.

"You're not leaving today unless you make it clear!!" The boy cried out in a spasm of anger. A kick to Garon's soft chin.

Garon looks cold, with a slap of his right hand, knocks the teenager's right leg open, and then turns around with a sudden kick.

Behind him, a grown man was kicked sideways and banged against the wall by the door with a dull thud. The man fiercely leaned against the door frame and struggled several times, but failed to stand up straight. His eyes suddenly changed to Garon.

He was the teenager's bodyguard. He was attacked from behind, but was unexpectedly kicked by Garon on the side, and his arm was completely unable to force and directly fractured, and he could not even stand up straight. The strength of the opposition was much greater than he had anticipated.

He looked at Garon on the other side and gave him a cold look, with an indifferent and unmoved expression in his eyes.

The bodyguard gave a look he had seen in the leader of the squad. He knew if he moved again

"He's really going to kill me." He froze and didn't dare move.

Not only did the boy gawk at the sudden change, but Felia, who was standing on one side, opened her mouth slightly and put on a stunned expression. Several bystanders gasped at the bodyguard's leg.

The whole person was kicked like a sack and hit against the door frame. The sound of fracture was very clear. It hurts enough just to look and hear. Everyone felt a little chill in their arms.

Garon sneers, knowing the feud is over. He went up to the boy and laid a forefinger on his forehead.

"Even the bodyguard is so weak, no wonder my uncle decided to leave the family business to me. What's the use of impotent people like you in this world? I might as well die."

Pa.

Index finger gently a bounce, young head slightly back, forehead was popped out a red mark.

In front of Garon's intention to kill people, his pupils suddenly shrink and become distracted. When he is gently flicked on his forehead, he really feels as if he is going to be killed.

"Don't kill me!! He burst into a loud cry. He crawled back a few meters and hid behind a large vase. The look in Garon's eyes is already full of fear.

Garon smiles and straightens up. He knew that the other side had been completely frightened by him, later in the eyes of the other side has become the most horrible shadow, even if someone provoke will not dare to oppose their own.

That's what he wants. Such a teenager's mind is not mature, a little scare will not do.

He was not afraid of anything, since he had already had a complete feud at the moment of the bodyguard attack. Destroying their minds, once and for all, is the way to go.

"Come on, Philia." He looked back at the girl standing outside. She looked at him with trembling lips and a faint fear in her eyes.

The moment Garon walked over and touched the boy's forehead, she really thought he was going to be killed!

It was the kind of cold murder she had only ever seen from her father's bodyguards.

At Garon's call, she opens her mouth, her voice dry.

"Garon's brother, this guy's name is Drethima. He's a regular amateur fighter. His."

"Don't tell me his so-and-so is a super player or something?" Garon was speechless.

Filia gathered herself and whispered closer.

"No! His brother Delaiando, who could not fight, but was the meanest of the family there, had made his mark in the world! Be careful!"

"Gangsters?" Garon frowned.

Felia nodded.

"Number one in the provincial underworld."

"You know very well."

I heard about it when my family gathered together during holidays. Be careful! It's not just a clash of the kids this time, "Fretted Philia.

"Don't worry." Garon nodded. Now he has a black disc, growing stronger by the hour. Even now, the average small pistol posed no threat to him at a long distance, only at point-blank range.

"There are rules for family rivalries, don't worry. Now go and see your uncle first. '

Garon shook his neck, making a crunching sound. The use of dark or ignoble methods in family rivalries is generally not permitted. It's usually about overwhelming and confronting people head on. Otherwise, it is impossible to get the support of the elders.

Families whose internal conflicts are too intense generally do not last long, and the internal conflicts alone are enough to separate the interests of the family. So these kinds of struggles are fought within established boundaries, with strict rules.

He is not interested in his uncle's industry, with the existence of talent, he wants to create his own industry is very easy, only need time and energy into. But that's not what he's after.

Only their own strength is strong, is the real avenue.

"As long as they don't push the boundaries, everything is fine." Garon licks his lips.