Winston Beaufort realized that Billy was the "boss" of Night Orchid--everyone in the city knew who Night Orchid's boss was.
Realizing this, Winston Beaufort suddenly felt like doomsday had arrived. He had almost harmed Commander Gardner's family by attacking them?! He was definitely doomed!
Without much thought, he immediately knelt before Billy and began kowtowing, trembling as he spoke, "Commander Gardner, I'm-I'm sorry. I-I didn't know she was your family member. I'm really sorry."
Upon seeing his reaction and hearing him address Billy, the room fell silent. This included Raven, his subordinates who had just climbed to their feet, the Capital Defense Bureau personnel who had surrounded Harleen, and the bar patrons who had pointed at Harleen as the instigator.
Their faces were as white as sheets, and they were trembling, filled with regret, and some even wet themselves due to fear. They were all consumed with self-loathing. Never had they expected that this incredibly beautiful woman had turned out to be Commander Gardner's family member. They had really pushed their luck.
At that moment, the young man swiftly turned and rushed towards the door, his face displaying pure panic.
"Do you think you can escape?" Stout calmly said and raised his hand to deliver a palm strike. The young man's momentum made him crash into the door frame before he fell to the ground, his pelvic region smelling of urine.
"Brigham, have all unrelated people leave!" Billy then gestured with his hand.
"Understood!" Brigham responded and waved to the crowd that had gathered.
"Everyone, leave!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and quickly fled from the scene.
"Speak up! Who ordered you to attack?" Billy then turned to Raven and spoke calmly.
"It was, it was Master Archibald. He told me to find someone to cause trouble for SunPARK Group." Now that he knew Billy's identity, Raven no longer had any reason to hide anything and pointed to the young man lying on the ground as he spoke.
In his heart, he loathed that young man and would have his vengeance one day. How could that man have set him up to provoke Commander Gardner?
"Archibald Harding, you son of a bitch! Didn't you say the other guy was just a regular small company's owner? Are you trying to sabotage me?" At that moment, Winston also realized the situation and yelled at the young man.
"Stout, bring him over!" Billy motioned to Stout.
"Okay!" Stout responded, stepped forward, and picked up the young man before placing him on the floor again.
The young man, at this point, had lost all his previous confidence. He was overwhelmed with fear and continued to spit out fresh blood.
"Why did you send Raven to cause trouble for my company?" Harleen was the first to ask.
"Harleen, they were targeting me," Billy smiled faintly and continued, "You can take a break, and I'll take it from here."
"Alright?" Harleen was slightly puzzled but didn't insist. She stepped back a few paces and stood next to Night Orchid.
"From the Harding family?" Billy looked at the young man and spoke calmly. "If I'm not mistaken, you wanted to lure me to the city, right? Well, now that I'm here, what's your plan?"
This morning, when he received the call from Harleen, he hadn't thought much of it, believing it to be a random event. He didn't think much of it. However, when Night Orchid told him that several people from the world of martial arts had come to the city recently, he had a vague suspicion. Regardless of whether it was the Greenwood or Harding families, they both had unresolved enmities with him.
Members of these two noble families were most likely not ready to give up and would attempt something else.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Archibald replied with difficulty, his expression reflecting his struggle.
He hadn't finished speaking when a powerful gust of wind rushed out of Stout's palm, shattering Archibald's right ankle bone.
"Ah!" Archibald Harding let out a hysterical scream. Originally, he had a decent level of martial cultivation, the same as Winston Beaufort, at the peak of the Warlord stage. However, his previous injuries at Stout's hands had reduced his combat strength to less than ten percent, making him barely distinguishable from a non-martial artist.
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