The black sky loomed over the land, the moon and stars behind the cloud made it even darker.
Luke was lying on a chair, staring at the dark sky. He felt his heart was as dark as the black canopy above him. Uncle Powell was lying on a bed nearby. From time to time, he would sigh and felt bitter about his bad luck, as he met Maximilian, the most powerful opponent he had ever had.
Luke picked up his phone and frowned when he saw a new message.
“Terry wanted to see me. But I can’t meet anyone when I’m like this.” Uncle Powell cocked his head and glanced at Luke. “You won’t see him? I don’t think it’s appropriate. After all, so many people have witnessed what happened at the dinner party. It can’t be denied.”
“So what do you mean? Am I supposed to see them when I was humiliated like this?” Luke covered his face with his hands, feeling ashamed.
“We must not let them look down upon us. We will take vengeance on Maximilian anyhow, so it can serve as a warning for others.” Uncle Powell suggested.
Now Luke and Uncle Powell were somewhat tied together, which meant one’s reputation would influence the other. So Uncle Powell wanted to advise him. If he could help Luke sit on that chair, he would definitely be rewarded.
Luke pondered for a moment and found Uncle Powell’s words quite reasonable.
“Should we meet him now? Perhaps we should wait for Lambert. We would lack in morale if we are surrounded by those losers.”
The men who got plaster on the arms wished Maximilian dead when hearing it.
Uncle Powell nodded in agreement. Safety was the top priority at the moment. Luke could be secured if Lambert was here. Otherwise, his safety could not be assured with only him and those injured men.
“Let’s just wait for Lambert. We don’t have to worry about your safety with him around.”
“Alright, I just ask someone to reply him that he should be waiting for further notice.”
Then he asked one of his men to do it. Later he looked at Uncle Powell and said, “Can you urge Lambert? It costs me a lot. I hope he can hurry up.”
“I’m doing everything I could. Please rest assured. I will call him.”
Then Uncle Powell called Lambert and asked this man to come as soon as possible.
Terry looked at the newly received message on his phone and then said with a bitter face, “Boss, he didn’t give us an exact time. He merely said I should wait for his further notice about the time of the meeting.”
Terry’s heart was filled with bitterness when reading the message. He felt like there was a knife hanging over his head. It might fall on his head at any time.
Maximilian cast a glance at Terry’s phone and spoke with his eyes closed, “How prudent he is! Let’s just wait.”
“Shall we book a room, so you can have a good rest? Surely it’s not that comfortable in the car.” Terry toadied.
Maximilian shook his head, “No. This car will be just fine.”
Then Terry didn’t dare to say anything more. He put his phone aside and began resting with his eyes closed like Maximilian.
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