Arrogant Healer God
Chapter 1264: Seeing You is Like Seeing the Clan Leader!_1

Chapter 1264: Chapter 1264: Seeing You is Like Seeing the Clan Leader!_1

He longed to flay and devour Lionel Yeager alive.

But thinking of Lionel Yeager’s strength, he could only hold back his anger for the time being.

Once his men arrived, he would torture this kid to death.

It took less than fifteen minutes for them to arrive.

"Mr. Anthony, we’re here!"

A hoarse voice came through.

The people looked up.

They saw a group of black-clothed men walking in.

Leading them was a middle-aged man with a slim and tall figure, wearing a black coat and chestnut curled hair.

Lionel Yeager noticed that the complexions of these men were an abnormal shade of pale.

Moreover, he felt their aura was somehow familiar.

Could it be them?

"Mr. Mercedro, you’ve finally arrived!"

Mr. Anthony hurried over, his eyes filled with respect as he looked at the middle-aged Caucasian man.

Mercedro nodded, asking, "Mr. Anthony, who hit you?"

"It’s this kid!"

Anthony pointed at Lionel Yeager, "Not only did this kid hit me, but he also hit my men!

Please kill this kid for me; I’ll take full responsibility for any consequences!"

Mercedro frowned, saying, "Is killing necessary?"

"Yes!"

Anthony nodded firmly, saying with venom, "This kid must die!"

"Very well."

Mercedro sighed as he nodded, then turned to Lionel Yeager, "Kid, this is Oxford, not a place where you can act arrogantly!

Since Mr. Anthony wants you dead, I’m afraid I must apologize in advance!"

The voice hadn’t fallen!

Mercedro’s figure flashed, turning into a bloody shadow as he rushed towards Lionel Yeager!

In the blink of an eye as he neared Lionel Yeager!

He clenched his right hand, radiating a blood-red light, and swept several bloody claw marks through the air towards Lionel Yeager’s neck!

Lionel Yeager was unafraid, raising his right hand, its palm shining with a golden light, he directly countered with a palm strike!

Boom!

The clash of palm and claw erupted with a thunderous roar!

Waves of energy spread out from the point of impact, washing over in all directions!

Rumbling!

The surrounding tables, chairs, and several glass doors were instantly shattered, and several walls were cracked!

The people present were greatly startled, retreating to a distant place with faces filled with terror.

They also realized that neither Lionel Yeager nor Mercedro were ordinary people!

The next second.

"Hmph!"

Mercedro grunted, sent flying backwards, crashing heavily against a wall!

Yet Lionel Yeager stood in his place, unmoved.

"Mr. Mercedro!"

Mr. Anthony cried in alarm.

He was well aware that Mercedro was no ordinary person, possessing great strength!

What he hadn’t expected was for Mercedro to be sent flying by a slap from this East Nation lad!

The ten black-clothed men who had come with Mercedro turned cold, moved simultaneously, transforming into streaks of bloody light as they rushed towards Lionel Yeager!

In the blink of an eye!

These ten black-clothed men approached Lionel Yeager, each swinging a claw towards him!

Lionel Yeager raised his right arm, turning his palm into a fist, and struck back!

Rumble!

The collision of fists and claws erupted with the sound of rolling thunder!

"Aaaahhh..."

The ten black-clothed men cried out in pain as they were all sent flying backwards!

Upon seeing this, Mr. Anthony was stunned into a daze!

Ten people working together, yet none of them was a match for this kid?

Just who was this kid, and how could he be so strong?

"Kid, not bad in terms of strength, come on, let’s continue!"

Mercedro bellowed and charged at Lionel Yeager again!

However, just as Mercedro was closing in!

Lionel Yeager raised his hand and said, "Hold on!"

Mercedro stopped in his tracks and frowned, "Kid, what are you trying to do?"

Lionel Yeager squinted and asked, "Are you people from the Blood Race?"

Through their exchange, he could confirm that these guys were indeed from the Blood Race.

Having dealt with the Blood Race before, he was naturally well aware.

Upon hearing this.

Mercedro and the other ten black-clothed men were suddenly startled.

"Kid, how do you know about our Blood Race?"

Mercedro asked in a deep voice.

Lionel Yeager took out a black and red token and tossed it to Mercedro, "Do you recognize this token?"

Mercedro caught the token, his expression changing drastically, "Is that the ’Blood King Order’?!"

As he spoke, he quickly knelt on one knee, with a devout look, utterly respectful.

The ten black-clothed men also knelt down, their demeanor extremely reverent.

To see the "Blood King Order" was as good as seeing the Blood Race Clan Leader himself.

Although they didn’t know who Lionel Yeager was, since he possessed the "Blood King Order," he definitely was an important person in the Blood Race.

In an instant.

Everyone in the restaurant was dumbfounded.

"What’s going on now, why did these people suddenly kneel in the midst of fighting?!"

"These people look anything but ordinary, yet they are kneeling to this East Nation lad, his background must be even bigger!"

"Looks like young master Anthony has kicked an iron plate this time!"

People began to exclaim in shock, looking at Lionel Yeager with awe instead of the previous disdain.

Especially Mr. Anthony, his eyes wide and his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Although he was able to enlist Mercedro’s help, their relationship wasn’t one of superior to subordinate, but rather a partnership.

Even with the Rothschild Family’s wealth and influence, they had to show respect to the ancient Blood Race.

But now, Mercedro was actually kneeling to this East Nation lad!

Just who was this kid?

Lionel Yeager was also a bit stunned, having not expected that the token given to him by Augustus, the Clan Leader of the Blood Race, would hold such great power.

Mercedro respectfully handed the Blood King Order back to Lionel Yeager with both hands, "Mr., may I ask your name?"

"Lionel Yeager."

Lionel Yeager replied.

"What?!"

Mercedro’s pupils dilated sharply, exclaiming in shock, "You’re Mr. Yeager who saved our Blood Race back then and repelled the Holy Light Church?!"

Lionel Yeager nodded, "I indeed visited your Blood Race and lent a little help."

Mercedro’s eyes reddened with emotion, "Mr. Yeager, you are our Blood Race’s great benefactor!

The Clan Leader told me everything that happened then; your kindness to our Blood Race is greater than mountains, deeper than oceans!

The Clan Leader also said that all our clan members should regard you as they would him!

No matter what you ask of us, we must obey!"

Lionel Yeager smiled faintly and raised his hand to lift Mercedro up, "Since we’re friends, there’s no need for such formalities, rise!"

Mercedro stood up and hurriedly apologized, "Mr. Yeager, I have offended you just now, I hope you can forgive me!"

"Mr. Mercedro, who exactly is this kid?"

At that moment, Mr. Anthony approached, his gaze filled with fear as he looked at Lionel Yeager.

Mercedro spoke gravely, "Mr. Yeager is our Blood Race’s benefactor, and a friend of our Clan Leader!

You dared to ask me to kill Mr. Yeager, are you seeking death?"

"No, no, no, Mr. Mercedro, it’s all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Mr. Anthony shook his head frantically, his face turning pale, as he broke out in a cold sweat.