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After Norman and Lawrence, along with the others, settled onto the sofas in the living room, the Weston family’s servants began to serve coffee and assorted fruits.

Lawrence started introducing his fellow disciples to Norman.

“This is my second junior, Kevin; third junior, Jack; fourth junior, Gabe…” Lawrence rattled off names.

After more than a dozen juniors were introduced, Norman could only recall the first two or three names amidst the introductions.

“Tonight, I’m willing to deploy all of the Weston family’s elites to join forces with the Black Hawks martialists in attacking the Carter family. This is to avenge the deaths of Emerson and our two fallen Black Hawk fellows, Norman addressed the seated martial artists with a bow.

“Mr. Weston, leave that old Denton to us. Your men can deal with the lesser members of the Carter family,” chimed a lean man in his fifties with a grey goatee.

This was Kevin, Lawrence’s second junior.

Norman replied, “Understood, Kevin. Our men will ensure the rest are dealt with, allowing you all to focus solely on

Denton.

“After we neutralize Denton’s martial arts,” Lawrence added, showing his feral side with a menacing grin, “we’ll hand him over to you, Norman. Let’s make his life a living hell.”

Over the past few days, the bond between Lawrence and Norman had deepened, evident in the informal manner of their

conversation.

Norman chuckled, “Once it’s over, we’ll split the Carter’s wealth. This will appease the spirits of my best friend Emerson and your juniors.”

Lawrence and the rest chorused, “Indeed! Only by doing this can we truly avenge our grievances, making the culprits pay bloody price.”

As everyone was fervently discussing plans to kill Denton, destroy the Carter family, and seize the immense wealth of the Carters, Carl entered the grand hall.

Conversations halted and all eyes shifted to him.

Norman looked at him and asked, “Carl, is there something?”

Carl appeared concerned. “Sir, we’ve received news. Over a dozen martialists from the Oakhaven Star Gate, have arrived at the Carter estate.

Norman’s face turned grave instantly, while Lawrence and his fellow disciples displayed evident concern.

After a moment of contemplation, Norman instructed Carl, ‘Keep an eye on the Carter family. Update me immediately with any new developments.”

Carl knowledged with a nod and then left the living room of the villa.

Norman turned his attention to Lawrence and the other Black Hawk martialists, “As you all just heard, it seems the Carter family is aware of our intentioits for revenge and has summoned the

martialists from the Star Gate in Oakhaveri to oppose

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“What’s the fuss about the Star Gate martialists? We can handle them just the samel

“Even if Denton has brought in backup, he won’t escape our vengeance.”

“We won’t let Denton go so easily!”

The noise from the Black Hawk fellows was overpowering, but Norman looked at Lawrence, whose brow was furrowed in deep thought. “Lawrence, what’s your take on this? Should we go after Denton tonight or not?”

All eyes in the room turned to Lawrence, clearly recognizing him as the senior amongst them, the one whose opinion would weigh the heaviest

Lawrence met the gaze of everyone in the room and began. The Star Gate, like the Black Hawks, is a significant faction. Moreover, our two factions are evenly matched in strength.

“If Star Gate truly gets involved and supports the Carter family, our mission to kill Denton will undoubtedly become more complicated.

“Firstly, we’ll have to face off against the Star Gate’s top martial artists. Even if we suffer heavy losses, it’s not certain that we could even reach Denton.

“Secondly, if we clash with the Star Gate, it might sour the relations between our two factions, possibly even leading to an

all–out war.”

Pausing to let his words sink in, Lawrence continued, “So, I believe we need to think carefully before making a move against the Carter family tonight.”

The gravity and complexity of the situation, as described by Lawrence, seemed more severe than most of the Black Hawks had initially perceived.

Even Norman appeared torn and uncertain.

“Three days ago, during the grand party, even when Lawrence had the upper hand, circumstances changed, and we couldn’t get to Denton.

“Now, with Denton having the Star Gate’s help, killing him has unquestionably become a much tougher challenge, Norman thought.

“Lawrence, I agree with your suggestion. Perhaps we should delay our actions against the Carter family for now. The Star Gate’s men can’t possibly stay with them forever,” Norman remarked.

“Once the Star Gate members leave, that’s when we can strike.”

“Right, we’ll take a flight out of Oakhaven tomorrow and head back to Sunsbury. Norman, once you find out that the Star Gate members have left, we can discreetly return to Oakhaven and deal a fatal blow to the Carter family Lawrence said, a cold glint in his eyes.

Norman’s face lit up. “Lawrence, that sounds like a solid plan.”

As Norman and Lawrence were discussing their strategy to avoid a direct confrontation with the Star Gate and still target Denton, the Carter family welcomed an esteemed guest from Oakhaven.

In the Carters‘ mansion.

A stretched Rolls–Royce; escorted by two of the Carter family’s security cars–one in front and one in the back, pulled up to the entrance of the most luxurious and impressive villa.

As the Rolls–Royce came to a halt, several bodyguards immediately approached to open the car doors.

Out stepped Thomas, followed by a group of about ten men.

Each of them was dressed in white martial arts uniforms, bearing a small star emblem on the chest– unmistakably the symbol of the Star Gate,

Yes, these people were from Star Gate.

Leading the group was a young man in his carly twenties, with a handsome face and a graceful demeanor. He had delicate features and fair skin, clearly a refined young master of privilege This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Among the remaining men, besides one stern–faced middle–aged man radiating a profound aura, the rest were young men in their twenties or thirties, but none of them had an aura as powerful as the middle–aged man.

Denton, Miranda, Claire, and Gilmore came forward to greet them.

Christopher, with a smile on his face, introduced the young master to his father, “Mr. McLean, this is my father, Denton, who decades ago was a disciple of the third elder of the Star Gate

The young man nodded slightly.

Christopher then introduced the young master to his father, “This is the son of the Star Gate’s leader, Mr. McLean.”

Denton’s face lit up with surprise and delight. He quickly extended his hand, “Mr. McLean, glad you came here. Please forgive us for not giving you the welcome you deserve.”

The young man, named Sylas McLean, was indeed the son of the leader of the Star Gate.

The reason the leader of the Star Gate sent Sylas to address the issue with the Carter family was to provide him with more hands–on experience.

From the Star Gate’s perspective, the matter didn’t seem too complicated or challenging.

Moreover, accompanying Sylas to Oakhaven were top–tier internal force martialists and a dozen intermediate–level internal force martialists, so they believed there was minimal risk involved.

Sylas shook Denton’s hand with a certain air of superiority, remarking, “Mr. Carter, you’re too kind.”

Then, Christopher pointed to Claire, standing beside Denton, and introduced her to Sylas, “This is my daughter, Claire.”

Only then did Sylas notice the breathtakingly beautiful woman standing beside Denton.

His eyes widened in admiration. “What a name, and what beauty to match!” he thought.

He had never imagined there could be such a stunning goddess in the world. The female disciples in Star Gate couldn’t hold a candle to her beauty.

Pulling himself together, Sylas, without waiting for Claire to extend her hand, reached out and said, “Miss Carter, it’s a pleasure to meet you!”

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