Chapter 820: Chapter 260 Important Figures Gather, Betting on Sinless City
Suddenly, a corpse fell from the sky, causing an instant panic within the Flood Gang.
It didn’t take long for someone to recognize that chubby face.
After all, Dexter Williams, the second master of the Song Family, was a Federation tycoon often featured in the newspapers.
This was far better known than those SSS-level fugitives on the arrest warrants.
His death inside the Flood Gang spelled big trouble.
Leonard Churchill looked at the body without much expression.
He glanced at Lew Williams out of the corner of his eye.
The fat man only showed surprise for an instant, soon frowning as if he had guessed something.
Then, those small eyes that had just been swimming in romantic melancholy, now could not hide the sadness within as he muttered to himself, “Grandma’s gone…”
Although as a junior in the family, he had no right to attend the clan elders meeting upstairs.
That didn’t mean Lew Williams was unaware of the intensity of the family’s internal strife.
On the contrary, he was more keenly aware of the approaching storm than anyone else within the family.
He had even foreseen his uncle’s death.
That’s why he had extracted himself from that whirlpool early on.
Looking at the corpse, Lew Williams immediately knew what had happened.
It was likely that his own uncle, who colluded with outsiders, had laid his cards out at the clan elders meeting, and things had collapsed.
But even so, the several uncles in the family definitely didn’t dare to kill him.
Then the only possibility left was that Grandma had long been prepared to clean house.
It was a decision to cut off the tail to survive, the only option that could stabilize the Song Family.
Lew Williams was very clear that his uncle had to die to keep control over others in the family who had ulterior motives.
But he had no interest in the family’s internal fighting.
He didn’t care about the position of power that everyone in the Song Family was eying.
Instead, he felt extreme sadness over the death of his respectable, adored, kindly grandmother.
She was the elder who had loved him the most from childhood, his life mentor, and the relative he respected the most.
Being an emotional person, Lew Williams, unable to bear the thought of never seeing that kind face again, couldn’t help but hang large tears on his face.
Leonard Churchill also took an extra glance.
He hadn’t expected this always optimistic fat man to actually cry in front of a stranger.
Lew Williams knew he had lost his composure, but just couldn’t help it, his eyes red as he choked out, “Grandma has passed away…”
As Leonard Churchill heard the words “passed away,” his expression darkened strangely.
Upon hearing this, Lew Williams’s tears flowed freely, and he sobbed ugly but with genuine feeling, “I don’t even know if Grandma found ‘Sunny’…”
He also felt some self-blame, knowing that finding ‘Sunny’ was his grandmother’s greatest wish before she died, and he hadn’t been much help.
At that, Leonard Churchill glanced at the fat man, but said nothing more.
The sudden turn of events had scared the actors on the stage in the hall pallid.
Then, a large number of security personnel in black suits burst out from all over the Flood Gang, starting to clear the room.
The Onlookers in the venue hadn’t even grasped what had happened before they were all cleared out.
It’s fun to be part of a bustle, but it could be deadly.
Those who recognized the identity of the corpse knew that without real power, they didn’t even have the right to be spectators.
Soon, the first floor was deserted with hardly anyone around.
Lew Williams, noticing Leonard Churchill’s gaze on the body, explained, “Internal family conflicts. Sorry to make you see this.”
Leonard Churchill of course understood.
And he had a feeling that this might be more than just a Song Family internal conflict.
His uncle had died, and now there was a big problem. Lew Williams was a member of the Song Family; he couldn’t remain aloof.
It wasn’t right for him to stand by and spectate, so he turned and said, “Brother Leonard, you should find a room to rest. I need to leave to handle something and will come find you later.”
Leonard Churchill nodded, “Okay. You go ahead.”
With that, Lew Williams left in a hurry.
The clearing proceeded smoothly, and the once noisy Flood Gang turned silent in an instant.
No one dealt with the body.
On the second, third, and fourth floors… almost every level had a few rooms with lights on.
In front of the windows were several vague silhouettes.
Those qualified to watch this drama stood in front of the windows of their respective private rooms, silently observing.
Leonard Churchill chose a corner that was convenient for watching while unlikely to be implicated.
He wanted to see how things would unfold.
Some arguing and roaring could still be heard echoing through the Flood Gang.
It looked like negotiations were still going on upstairs.
Leonard Churchill was also patient, content to wait.
But suddenly, he sensed something with his Air Perception, his expression hardened: “There’s killing intent! Heading for me!”
The attacker was exceedingly terrifying, Leonard Churchill, like a cat with its fur on end, felt all the hairs on his back stand on end at once.
His body flashed a golden hue, and he retreated explosively, trying to dodge the killing intent locked on him.
But just as he turned, he saw a fist as big as a pot already pressed against his face.
Leonard Churchill internally cursed, realizing the enemy’s strength exceeded his expectations since he couldn’t even react in time.
And just as this thought passed, he could no longer avoid it.
Two signature crisp sounds of a skull being struck resounded.
Leonard Churchill felt two swift knocks on his forehead.
An agony that pierced deep into his bones made him draw a cold breath, and the world spun around him.
But at the same time, he already knew who had taken action.
Because this kind of strength that completely ignored the Tyrant Body could only be from the Old Man.
Strangely, these two punches caused excruciating pain, but the force was very small.
Leonard Churchill’s head only tilted slightly backward, and he immediately stopped himself.