The Legendary Man novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487 Respectable Family

“Old Mr. Gomez!” a guard shouted as he rushed into the living room with his baton.

“Why are you hollering? This is a wake, for goodness’ sake. Watch your behavior!” Zane scolded. “I’ll snap your head off if you disturb Quinton again!”

The guard gave a violent shudder when he saw how furious Zane was. “Y-Yes, Mr. Gomez. I-I’m very sorry…”

Philip patted his son’s shoulder to motion for him to calm down before turning to look at the guard.

“Take your time. What’s going on?”

“A man called Jonathan Goldstein has barged into the house, Old Mr. Gomez. We had no way of stopping him!”

Even as the guard reported on the situation, everyone could hear painful howls and screams coming from the front garden.

Seconds later, Jonathan and Xiara walked into the living room leisurely.

“Jonathan Goldstein?” Philip uttered, his gaze cold and dark.

“We finally meet, Philip Gomez.”

Just then, a flurry of footsteps sounded, and before they knew it, almost sixty guards armed with batons had gathered behind Jonathan and Xiara.

Despite that, the two of them remained unfazed as they slowly walked on.

Then again, why would either of them flinch? Jonathan had fought countless battles, and not even the most powerful armies scared him. Why, then, should he fear such a little confrontation?

Similarly, Xiara had long gotten used to fighting and killing for a living.

Even though she had been a professional assassin for less than five years, she was one of the best in the business and boasted at least eighty kills.

With both of them being so powerful, how would a small team of security guards ever be their match?

Of course, Philip was more than aware of that. If Jonathan had the means to escape the Dark Web’s bounty list and severely injure Quinton, it’d be useless to pit a team of ordinary guards against him.

“Leave the hall, all of you,” Philip said to the guards. “You aren’t needed here.”

“But Old Mr. Gomez—”

Before the guard could finish his words, Philip once again cut him off. “Clean up the Gomez residence. No matter what happens, no one’s allowed to come here without my permission!”

“Got it!”

Left with no choice, the guard promptly rounded up his subordinates and retreated out of the garden.

“Since you’re our guest, why don’t we sit and chat?” Philip said while pointing at a gazebo in the garden.

“Sure,” Jonathan replied.

With that, the two men made their way out to the garden gazebo and sat facing each other.

Without further ado, Philip poured a cup of tea for Jonathan.

“I should have welcomed you myself, Mr. Goldstein,” he said with a chuckle as he put the pot down. “Sorry about what happened earlier.”

Needless to say, Jonathan had noticed the glint in the old man’s eyes.

I can feel a lot of spiritual energy emanating from him, except it’s rather messy and impure. Then again, that kind of energy is already more than sufficient to benefit ordinary people.

“You’re too kind, Old Mr. Gomez. I’ve caused quite a commotion for showing up uninvited, so how could I trouble you to welcome me?”

“Nonsense. I should still have done my part as host,” Philip said smilingly. “Here’s a toast to you, Mr. Goldstein. I hope you’ll accept my apology.”

As he spoke, he raised his cup and downed the tea.