Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 177 Verbal Struggle, Lund's Arrival

Rosselk's face was ashen as he watched Ross bring the young man in plain training clothes to him.

Ross bowed slightly, a graceful yet cruel smile on his face: "Father, I have brought Xilun back."

"What do you think we should do with this person?"

Rosselk did not answer immediately; his hawk-like eyes were fixed on Siron, as if trying to see through all the secrets of the young man.

After a moment, he slowly withdrew his gaze and uttered two words in a hoarse voice: "Wait."

Ross was taken aback by what he heard, a hint of confusion and annoyance flashing in his gray-blue eyes.

He straightened up, frowned, and asked, "Is that all?"

Russell glanced at his eldest son, his eyes conveying a deep, authoritative aura: "What do you think should be done?"

Ross stepped forward, lowered his voice, and a malicious glint in his eyes: "I have an idea to clear up the family scandal."

They injected this man named Xilun with a high concentration of hallucinogenic drugs, causing him to go insane, be overwhelmed by the extraordinary power within him, and be completely controlled by his delirium.

Then, I killed him myself in the street.

Ross's lips curled into a cold smile: "That way, tomorrow's media reports will say that the dragon slayer became the dragon himself, and Xilun, who was turned into a monster in his pursuit of power, was justly executed by the Ocelli family."

This will not only wash away Robert's shame, but also demonstrate the prestige of our family.

Upon hearing this vicious plan, Xiren's eyes remained calm as still water, and even his breathing remained perfectly steady, as if they were not discussing their own lives or deaths, but rather a trivial matter.

Rosselk was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "If this were two days ago, your method would have been perfect, even flawless."

But not now.

Ross frowned. "Why?"

Rosselk calmly tapped his sterling silver cane, producing a crisp sound: "The news is confirmed. Siren has been officially accepted as Lund's fifth disciple today."

Taking rash action will only bring trouble upon the family.

"Lund is really audacious!"

A flash of anger crossed Ross's eyes, and his voice rose a few decibels. "He knew that Xilen had killed my brother, yet he still took him under his wing. This is a blatant slap in the face to our Ocelli family!"

We are a true baronial family with a rich heritage and several high-ranking knights within our clan.

In comparison, Lord Lund, who rose from humble beginnings, certainly holds a superior position, but compared to nobles, even the lowest-ranking nobles, he is still somewhat inferior!

Ross became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if he wanted to vent all the pent-up frustration in his heart: "Unless Lund can achieve great feats and be made a baron by the empire, then he is indeed formidable. Even the head of our Ocelli family has to avoid his sharp edge."

But right now, he's just a newly promoted high-ranking knight!

Rossel gave Ross a cold look and interrupted his long-winded speech: "Bring this guy named Siron here. I want to ask him a few questions."

He raised his wrist and glanced at the mechanical pocket watch inlaid with diamonds: "It's eight o'clock in the evening now. If there's no news from Lund by ten o'clock, it means that this person doesn't value this so-called apprentice and is just doing a superficial job."

"If Lund sends his steward to demand Siren, then you should release him."

"Release them?!" Ross's eyes widened in disbelief. They were actually going to release Xiren!

However, under Rosselk's unquestionable gaze, Ross also understood the stakes involved.

He suppressed his anger and resentment, nodded slightly, and ordered the servants behind him, "Bring Xilun here."

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A moment later, Siren arrived in front of Ross and Rosellk.

He calmly surveyed the lavishly decorated room, his gaze lingering for a moment on the faces of Rosselk and Ross.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, Xilun walked straight to the set of expensive leather sofas and sat down without any hesitation.

His posture was relaxed and casual, as if he were not a prisoner kidnapped at gunpoint, but a noble young master who had come here as a guest.

"It seems you've already discussed how to deal with me," Siren said calmly, leaning back on the sofa.

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the hall seemed to freeze instantly.

The servants, who stood with their hands at their sides, didn't dare to breathe, staring in horror at this audacious young man.

Ross laughed in anger, looking down at Xilen with contempt: "Dealing with someone as insignificant as you requires no discussion."

I can crush you anytime I want.

Xilun raised his head, meeting Ross's murderous gaze, and smiled slightly: "If that were the case, I wouldn't be alive now."

These words were like a sharp thorn, piercing Ross's sore spot.

He narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Xilun. The violent power within him, belonging to the first-tier extreme realm, began to stir, emanating a chilling killing intent.

However, faced with this murderous aura that would terrify even ordinary first-order baptists, Xilun remained as calm as a lake.

His eyes were clear and serene, without the slightest ripple.

His powerful physique, repeatedly tempered by the Giant Whale Guidance Technique and the refrigeration device, gave him enough confidence to face this level of pressure.

As Rossel watched Xilen's performance, a barely perceptible hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

He asked in a hoarse, aged voice, "So, how do you think we'll deal with you?"

Xilun thought for a moment, then replied seriously, "I think you will let me go."

Ross burst into laughter again, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain: "Looks like you're delusional to the point of arrogance. Even now, deep inside our family's territory, you still think you can escape unscathed?"

Silen looked calmly at Ross, his tone firm and unquestionable: "That's exactly what I think, or rather, I never doubt my own judgment."

Ross's smile vanished, and he asked coldly, "So what's your judgment?"

Siren said, enunciating each word clearly, "I believe in Lord Lund."

"Absurd!" Ross snorted, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world: "Do you really think that a high-ranking knight who has just been promoted would, under these circumstances, offend a baron family with a history of hundreds of years for the sake of a commoner like you with no background?"

High-ranking knights are born every year, but baronial families are few and far between!

Xilun smiled, his smile calm and composed: "No, you've got one thing wrong."

It's not that Lord Lund offended you, but that you, knowing I am Lord Lund's fifth disciple, still forcibly brought me here.

"It was you who started this conflict."

Ross frowned, realizing he couldn't verbally control this wild kid from the slums.

How can this person be so eloquent and have such rigorous logic!

Ross became even angrier after his secret was exposed.

Looking at Siron's calm face, he felt that this man was a hundred times more despicable than that foolish Robert.

Robert at least knew how to be respectful, so he wouldn't dare speak to him like that!

"If you had been born into the Ocelli family, I would have made you experience the severity of their rules!"

Ross said coldly, taking a step closer, "To dare to talk back to a senior like this is simply courting death!"

Without flinching, Xilun met Ross's gaze head-on and calmly retorted, "No wonder Robert is so extreme, narrow-minded, and irritable."

So, it turns out, I have a self-righteous older brother like you as a role model.

"Snapped!"

Ross was completely enraged. He sat bolt upright, his hands clenched into fists.

With a series of cracking sounds, an extremely violent force surged out of his body, sweeping through the entire hall like a tangible storm.

Startled by the sudden force, Xilun leaned back slightly.

First-tier ultimate realm!

Xilun was secretly amazed; the sheer power of this energy was probably close to the point of his second baptism.

In terms of sheer strength alone, it is more than twice as strong as Xilun's current blood and energy, which has just entered the second level of the Great Sea Whale!

Under the pure suppression of realm, Ross could easily crush him.

Ross stared intently at Xilen, his gaze as if he were looking at a lifeless corpse.

His internal energy surged wildly, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Just as tensions were about to rise, Rosselk suddenly reached out and gently patted Ross's tense shoulder.

The violent energy storm vanished instantly.

Rosselk ignored Ross's resentful gaze, looked intently at Xilen, and let out a long sigh: "You are neither humble nor arrogant, and your speech is proper."

He is far superior to my good-for-nothing son Robert, both in temperament and intellect.

Unfortunately, you are not my son.

Otherwise, I might have used all the resources of the family to raise you.

Xilun smiled slightly, a hint of stubbornness in his smile: "Unfortunately, I am not destined for that. I cannot do the kind of thing that involves kneeling down and begging for mercy in a pathetic manner."

If you really intend to kill me tonight, no matter how much I kowtow and beg for mercy, you will absolutely not let me go.

Since that's the case, why should I demean myself?

Russell sat back down in the main seat, looking at Siron with the same scrutiny one would give a work of art, and slowly asked, "I've investigated your background. Your mother was just a dancer in the slums, with nothing but cheap beauty."

I never imagined that such a lowly bloodline could produce such an outstanding child as you.

I'm really curious, who exactly is your father?

Xiren's eyes narrowed slightly as the image of the aloof and ruthless Storm Duke flashed through his mind.

But he quickly suppressed his emotions and calmly asked, "Is that important?"

"Does someone I've never met, who may not even know I exist, have the right to take a share of what I've achieved through so much hard work, just because they gave me half their bloodline on a drunken night?"

Xilun turned his head, his gaze sharp as he looked at Ross, his voice resounding: "Do you usually say the same thing to your son—'Such a hardworking child, no wonder he is my son Ross, that he has achieved such success'?"

Would you simply and crudely condense your child's countless days and nights of hard work, difficult choices on the brink of life and death, and the complex results achieved through those painful experiences into a statement like, "Truly worthy of the Ocelli family bloodline"?

The hall fell into a deathly silence once again.

Ross opened his mouth, only to find himself speechless.

After listening quietly to Siren's words, a look of extreme shock and realization flashed in his cloudy eyes.

After a long silence, he nodded slightly and said in an unprecedentedly solemn tone, "Indeed, I have learned a great deal."

"You are indeed young, not only possessing abilities far exceeding those of your peers, but also having insightful perspectives that are truly eye-opening."

Robert died at your hands; it was truly not unjust."

At this point, Rosselk seemed to sense something, and he subconsciously turned his head, casting his light into the deep night rain outside the hall door.

Ross frowned, following his father's gaze, and asked疑惑地问道, "What's wrong?"

Accompanied by hurried footsteps, a servant, soaking wet, stumbled into the hall, his voice trembling violently with extreme panic: "Master—Master, there's someone outside—"

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"Who?" Ross demanded sharply.

The servant swallowed hard and stammered, "He is an extraordinary being—he requests entry into the manor."

"Who is it?" Rosell gripped his sterling silver cane tightly and asked in a deep voice.

The servant took a deep breath, as if using all his strength to shout out the name: "It's the Crimson Star—High Knight, Lord Lund!"

The servant's trembling voice echoed in the spacious, luxurious hall like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the previously condescending atmosphere of judgment.

As soon as he finished speaking, Rossellk's previous composure and control vanished instantly, replaced by extreme seriousness and solemnity.

He suddenly raised his left hand, his gaze fixed intently on the mechanical pocket watch on his wrist.

8:30.

From the moment Xilun was forcibly put into the car to the moment the convoy drove into the Ocelli family's estate, it took no more than half an hour.

In other words, upon receiving news of Xilun's abduction, this newly promoted high-ranking knight did not hesitate or delay, and immediately rushed here as quickly as possible.

Moreover, instead of sending a butler to negotiate or delivering a letter of protest, he came alone in person!

This clearly demonstrates the extent to which he valued this matter and his newly accepted fifth disciple, far exceeding the expectations of the Ocelli family.

Rosselk's fingers, gripping the sterling silver cane, turned slightly white as he quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

It seems that Xilen holds a much heavier place in Lund's heart than he had anticipated.

For a commoner from the bottom of society to fight to the death with a third-tier mutant with unlimited potential who is in the process of rising in strength is definitely not something a rational baron family should do.

Rosselk took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and calmly ordered, "Open the main gate and let that knight in."

"Instruct the kitchen to prepare the finest black tea; I want to treat you well."

Ross, who was standing to the side, turned extremely ugly the moment he heard his father's instructions.

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