Invincible Heir novel Chapter 42

The scene stung at Waldo’s chest.

Samba was a man he’d spent a massive fortune hiring. As the boxing king of Heukwok, he was one of the top boxers across the entire world.

And now he was kneeling at Baron’s feet, asking to become his follower.

Suddenly amused, Baron shot a dull-eyed Waldo a look, then turned his gaze back on Samba. “Do you think I need you by my side?”

Samba’s expression was solemn. “I’m willing to do anything for you – including kill.”

“You think I need your help to kill people?” Baron smiled mildly.

Samba’s dark face remained set as stone. “I can also protect your loved ones.”

Baron had no intentions of taking Samba in at the start, but that hit home as a reminder.

Be it Yuri’s ordeal at the hands of Wallace before, or what Tracy had gone through today – would any of this have happened if he’d left someone close to them for protection?

After some consideration, Baron spoke up. “Leave your contact details. When I need you, I’ll get in touch.”

Samba was overjoyed. “Thanks for taking me in, Boss!”

“I don’t like being called Boss. Mr. Owen is fine.”

“Yes, Mr. Owen!” Samba replied.

Although he was from Heukwok, his command of the local language was impressively orthodox. If his background check cleared, having him on wasn’t a problem.

By now, Waldo was thoroughly numb, as if he was in a dream. The man he’d paid top coin hadn’t just failed to take down his opponent, but he had actually gone over to the enemy’s side.

“Samba, you promised to deal with Baron for me, but you’re actually going to work for him instead? Where’s your professional conduct?” Waldo flew into a rage.

Samba shook his head indifferently. “I didn’t take your money. I also don’t owe you anything. Why would I take your orders?”

“Fine! That’s perfectly fine! If you’re going to follow this garbage, then you’re an enemy of the Scott Clan from today forward! Just wait – our family’s going to fall on you like a tonne of bricks!” Waldo’s features twisted.

“Know what I hate the most?”

Baron’s eyes narrowed, and he finished before Waldo could reply. “Threats.”

“Well, too bad, that’s exactly what I’m making! Kill me if you can – if you haven’t the guts for the job, shut your mouth and wait for the Scott Clan to give what’s coming to you!’ Waldo burst out into hysterical laughter.

Baron looked at him as if he was already a corpse. “Is the Scott Clan that big a deal?”

“Our family is one of the elite families of Cona, with power just beneath the four families themselves. Your vaunted Perry family is dirt compared to the Scott Clan. We can blow you apart and leave you to scatter like ash in the wind. What does an abandoned garbage son-in-law like you know about our power?”

The mention of his clan lit Waldo’s face with pride, and he followed up with a sinister grin. “If you get on your knees right now, beg for mercy and offer up your woman, I might just let you live.”

“You don’t get it. A family as insignificant as yours isn’t worth my attention.”

Baron shook his head slightly and mocked, “Do you think you’ll still be able to hold your head that high when I bring down this clan of yours?”

With that, Baron had no further to linger, and turned to leave.

Behind him, Waldo’s cackles continued. “The wrath of the Scott Clan will fall on your head soon! Leaving me alive is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made!”

“Mr. Owen, leaving this sort of scum alive will come back to bite you sooner or later. Why not nip the problem in the bud?” Charles said, following by his side.

Samba volunteered immediately. “No need to bring out the big guns, sir. Leave it to me!”

A cold smile tugged at the corner of Baron’s mouth. “I’d rather wait for the Scott Clan to come to me. It’s more interesting this way.”

Samba felt a shiver run down his spine. He’d been ready to kill this man just a few moments earlier, unaware that he was provoking an actual demon.

After sending Samba off, Charles personally drove Baron and Tracy to the Peak Hotel.

Baron made a call on the way, saying only one sentence from beginning to end - “After tonight, the Scott Clan is done for in Cona!”

The Scott courtyard.

Edmund Scott, head of the Scott family, had just stepped out of the bath. Waiting for his hair to dry, he turned on the evening news.

The program was broadcasting news of Cona’s largest enterprises signing into collaboration with the local branch of the Brone Group.

Looking at the news, Edmund sighed. “As expected of the Brone Group. Even as a newly established branch in Cona, they’re gaining rapid approval. It won’t be long before the state gains another top enterprise.”

“Dad, why don’t we sign a contract with them too?” asked a middle-aged man in pajamas.

The man was the Edmund’s eldest son Edric. Edmund had expressed in public on multiple occasions that Edric was to succeed his position as head of the clan. His pride in his beloved eldest was such that they still lived together.

Edmund shook his head, bitter. “You think I haven’t tried? I went up to them personally and even then they shut me out. Except for the four clans, they couldn’t care less about anyone else.”

“No matter how big the Brone Group is, they’re just a passing storm. This is Cona. Disrespecting the local families will come back to haunt them eventually.” A trace of venom flashed across Edric’s eyes.

“Saying that sort of thing in front of me is fine, but keep it in the house.”

Edmund’s brow furrowed. “The Chairman of the Brone Group is from Cona himself, and he’s still young. If you get the chance, you should make contact.”

He was pleased with everything about his eldest but one – the man’s sheer arrogance gave him no end of grief. At least Edric was capable enough to back up that arrogance.