Wilbur smiled. Faron held his lighter closer and helped Wilbur light his cigarette. "Thanks." Wilbur nodded in appreciation. Faron did not smoke. He put the cigarette pack away and smiled, saying, "Don't be a stranger with me, bro." "Mister Campbell, I'm flattered." Wilbur did not know whether to laugh or cry. Why did Faron have to be someone with this kind of personality? Logically, Faron should have taken after Orin. He should be ambitious and mature. Why was he behaving like a street punk? Faron did not seem to mind. He laughed and said, "Mister Grayson told me you're an absolute god, bro. I'll be your follower from now on. Feel free to order me around, but…" "What is it?" Wilbur asked. Faron said mysteriously, "You have to teach me your ways." "Teach you what?" "Whatever it is. Whatever combat skill you'd like to teach." Wilbur burst out laughing. He did not expect Faron to be interested in combat. He looked at Benjamin and said, "Mister Grayson, you're making
Benjamin smiled and said, "No worries. I'll have someone drive him back." Wilbur was relieved to hear that. He said goodbye to Mister Grayson and returned home. It was rare that Faye was not at home. He thought she must be working on what they discussed earlier, so he went back to his room and fell asleep. The next morning, he felt super hungry when he woke up. He kept drinking with Faron, so he did not eat much the previous night. He was so hungry that he could barely stand it. Faye was not awake yet, so he drove to a restaurant and ordered a bunch of food. He was ready to eat to his heart's content. He received a phone call right after he ordered food. He answered the call. "Bro, where are you?" Wilbur was stunned. He could not believe it was Faron. "I'm having breakfast. What's going on?" "Wait for me, bro. I haven't had breakfast either, and I'm starving. Save a seat for me. I'll be right there." That was beyond his expectations. He shook his head and sent Far
Faron was unaware of the situation, so he did not say anything. He pushed the buns toward Ethan. Wilbur sighed because Ethan was sobbing uncontrollably. He said, "Let's eat first and talk later." Ethan wiped his tears and nodded silently. Then, he started to eat because he was famished. A few customers cast them judgmental glances. A woman mumbled quietly, "What the hell? Why did he invite the beggar to eat?" Wilbur instantly got triggered. He glared at the woman and said, "This is my brother. He's not a beggar. You better watch your filthy mouth." The woman jolted in fear because of his cold gaze. She hurriedly turned around and kept quiet. Wilbur scoffed, and he continued to eat with Ethan. He was finally full after a while. Wilbur passed him a tissue and said, "Now, tell me what happened." Ethan sighed and started to tell his story. Ethan retired from the military and received over ten million dollars from Wilbur. He returned to his hometown, which was a small town
Ethan was his brother on the battlefields. He was a tough man back then, fearless, and always on the front lines. Wilbur could not believe that a bully mistreated Ethan so badly. Nobody deserved to endure the murder of their parents, especially not a tough man like Ethan. "Ethan, this is all my fault. I'll avenge you," he said while clenching his jaw. Ethan teared up and said, "Boss, this is not your fault. I was too stupid." Wilbur could not help but sigh. His brothers were fearless soldiers on the battlefield. However, they lacked experience in life. It was a cutthroat society, and he was too naive. Wilbur wondered how the others were doing in life. Suddenly, a black security vehicle with the words 'Iron Shield' sprayed on its side pulled up in front of the restaurant. Seven large men in black security uniforms got out of the vehicle. The leader of the group was wearing sunglasses. He shouted, "Ethan Osborn?" Ethan instinctively looked up. The man with sunglasses
Wilbur's tone was clearly accusatory. Faron smiled awkwardly and said, "Bro, sometimes it's just the way things are. When these people work together, it's difficult for the higher-ups to handle them." "This sounds more like they're avoiding trouble rather than handling it," he commented nonchalantly. Faron knew that Wilbur was harboring some resentment, so he said, "Don't worry, I'll fix this." Faron took his phone out and immediately made a call. Very soon, someone answered his call. "Faron, why are you calling me?" "Uncle Chandler, I'm at a restaurant on the West streets of Castlebury. Some security company wants to take me away. Can you come over?" Chandler Anderson was stunned upon hearing that. Who in the world had the audacity to take Faron away? They must have a death wish. Faron wanted him to show up in person. He could not stand by when Faron called him personally. Orin could trouble him if he did not solve the problem, and that was something he did not wan
Aaron was instantly dumbfounded. What was going on? Why were the special agents seemingly targeting him instead? However, he did not dare to act recklessly in front of those people. Although he came from the countryside, he knew that the guy in the white shirt was someone powerful. He stepped forward frantically and tried to greet them properly. However, a special agent knocked him to the ground with the butt of his gun. "Move around recklessly again and you'll be killed on the spot." The special agent's icy voice made Aaron break out in cold sweat, and he quickly got up and backed off a few steps. Chandler, too, was a deputy minister. Although he was not as powerful as Orin Campbell, the security around him was not just for show. It was not easy for anyone to get close to him. "What's going on, Faron?" At this moment, Chandler came to Faron's side and asked with a smile on his face. Faron Campbell said in a low voice, "Ethan Osborn is my friend, and he came to appeal
However, in Chandler's eyes, a person in charge of the Municipal Public Security Brigade was just a joke, and he could take them down with a single order. It was especially so when Faron was involved. He had to investigate everything about these people and let them rot in prison since Faron called him personally and had him execute this operation. The special agents escorted a distraught Aaron and his cronies into the car. Chandler looked at Faron, then smiled and said, "Don't worry. I'll definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and give your friend a proper explanation." "Thank you, Uncle Chandler," Faron said. Chandler said, "Drop the formalities. If you need something from me in the future, you can just give me a call, especially when you encounter any rotten apples in the sector. I'll definitely punish them severely." "Yes, Uncle Chandler. I'll definitely look for you if there's anything." Faron smiled. Chandler nodded, and once again politely exchanged glances wit
Wilbur shook his head and said, "No. Let's not alert the enemy. We'll go by ourselves." Faron rubbed his hands and said, "I believe that there was no problem with dealing with the gangsters, but for those people backing them, it would be a bit inconvenient for you to interfere. After all, they are government officials and it's easy for them to cause you unnecessary trouble.” Wilbur pondered for a moment, then said, "That makes sense. What do you have in mind?" "I have a friend. He's the son of my father's comrade-in-arms. He is now working in Seechertown's Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection. We can take him with us. As long as this matter is brought to the attention of local officials, we will let him take action. I can guarantee that no one will escape the law," Faron said. Wilbur nodded slowly. Faron was more experienced in this regard. "Then we'll do as you say." Seeing that Wilbur agreed, Faron immediately took out his phone and made a call. After a while,