Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 177: Boarded the ’Pirate Ship

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Boarded the ’Pirate Ship

After leaving the Crawford Mansion, Wyatt Barnes looked at Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn, "Have you two started a family?"

Both nodded, a warm and blissful smile spreading across their faces.

It was obvious that they were thinking of their wives and children back home.

From their conversation, Wyatt learned that their families also lived within the Crawford Mansion.

Bringing them back to his own house, Wyatt called over his housekeeper, Valentina, "Valentina, have the maids prepare two rooms for them."

"Yes, Young Master."

After Valentina left, Wyatt turned to Frank and Gideon, his expression turned serious: "In this house where I live, I don’t want anyone else to know about it, except me, the two of you, and the people here, including Godly Might Marquis... Understood?"

"Yes, Young Master."

Frank and Gideon had spent their entire lives in the military. They understood that commands were absolute. In their eyes, Wyatt was their ’commander’ for this coming year.

"In the future, you’ll live here for three days, then return to the Crawford Mansion for one day. Also, when I’m at the Martial Arts Academy, you can go back and spend more time with your families, then wait for me outside the Martial Arts Academy in the evening."

Wyatt continued to instruct.

"Thank you, Young Master."

Frank and Gideon had been prepared to stay away from their families for a year. They didn’t expect Wyatt to be so understanding and empathetic. They felt deeply grateful.

Soon, Valentina had the maids prepare their rooms.

After Frank and Gideon returned to their rooms, Wyatt went to the backyard.

"Who are these two guys you’ve brought back?"

Jovie Lee asked curiously.

"They’re the men I borrowed from Uncle Nigel."

Wyatt smiled slightly.

Jovie nodded, not asking further. She understood that everything this man did had a reason.

Soon, after greeting the three women, Wyatt returned to his room.

He took out the stack of files he’d received from Atharv Nigel.

The files included information on all the major industries in the Imperial City owned by the Simmons Clan, as well as the profiles of those in charge.

After flipping through them casually, Wyatt couldn’t help but marvel, "Indeed, they’re one of the top three clans in the Imperial City, with a vast range of businesses. They have inns, pharmacies, weapons shops, and restaurants everywhere in the inner and outer city... "

"And these people in charge, they’re all at the Original Infant Realm or higher."

Suddenly, Wyatt’s gaze fell on one of the files:

"Lany Simmons, Third-Order of the Original Infant Realm. Nephew of Grand Elder of the Simmons Clan, South Simmons. In charge of the Prosperous Radiance Inn, located within the Simmons Clan’s properties in the inner city. Obsessed with women, his greatest hobby is forcing himself onto common women. It is known that he once massacred a family of seven just for a mere common woman..."

Reading this, Wyatt’s eyes narrowed, a cold light flashing through them as he sneered, "Like uncle, like nephew... You’re the one!"

Storing the stack of files into his Storage Ring, Wyatt left his room and headed toward the front yard.

Calling Frank and Gideon out, Wyatt led them out of the residence.

By now, it was late at night.

The streets were deserted.

Under Wyatt’s lead, the three of them quickly arrived outside an inn.

"Young Master, what are you..."

Frank looked puzzled.

"Murder!"

A chilling look appeared in Wyatt’s eyes.

Frank and Gideon shuddered, drawing a sharp breath. Only this young man could mention ’murder’ so casually.

Though they too had killed plenty during battles.

But that was on the battlefield, and this, the Imperial City — the implications were entirely different.

"This place seems to be one of the Simmons Clan’s properties."

Frank narrowed his eyes.

"Let’s go!"

Wyatt led the pair up the side wall of the inn onto the roof, with Frank and Gideon obediently following.

After some searching, Wyatt located their target and silently positioned themselves above his room.

"Please... no... I beg you... don’t..."

Helpless cries of a woman could be heard from the room.

Softly lifting a roof tile, Wyatt had a clear view of what was happening inside.

A fat man with a large belly was forcing himself onto a modestly dressed, rather attractive woman. The woman was resisting fiercely.

"Damnable woman!"

Out of patience, the fat man kicked the woman. She flew across the room, hit the wall, and slumped to the ground, no longer moving.

This unexpected scene took the trio by surprise.

Though Wyatt was fuming, he stuck to his discipline, his face darkened.

"Beast!"

But the two hardened soldiers with him couldn’t control their rage and let out a low growl.

"Who’s there?!"

The fat man inside the room was startled. Upon looking up, he noticed a tile had been moved on the roof.

"You two... seriously..."

Wyatt shook his head in resignation at Frank and Gideon, "It seems that the first lesson I have to teach you is how to control your emotions... Well, now you’ve alarmed the man, so it’s yours to deal with."

He spread his hands in resignation as he finished.

Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn had been waiting for Wyatt Barnes’ go-ahead. As soon as Wyatt spoke, they used force to blast through the rooftop, storming into the place.

Wyatt Barnes joined in right after.

"Where did you thieving rats crawl in from to covet me? Do you not know who I am?" the middle-aged fat man, also the nephew of the Simmons Clan’s Grand Elder, South Simmons, said, his face full of disdain. His name was Lany Simmons.

"Never mind, since you’re here, might as well stay!" Lany Simmons approached, his body trembling from the movement. A spiritual projection of four hundred ancient mammoth shadows emerged above his head representing the power of the Third-Order Original Infant Realm, rushing towards the trio.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

A fat palm fell from the sky, producing tremors that turned into three palm imprints, directly rushing towards Wyatt Barnes and his two companions.

"Humph!"

Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn moved first, and above their heads emerged the spiritual projection of hundred elephant shadows...

Two hundred ancient elephant shadows, surged out, their momentum was like a rainbow!

"Two Seventh-Order Original Infants!"

Lany Simmons was shocked. He had initially thought they were mere thieves but hadn’t expected two Original Infants of the Seventh Order. His expression immediately changed to horror.

"Who are you?" Lany Simmons questioned sternly.

Unfortunately, all he received in return were the furious attacks from Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn...

Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn effortlessly shattered Lany Simmons’ palm imprints before raining a storm of attacks onto Lany Simmons himself.

In an instant, Lany Simmons’ body was deformed beyond recognition, and he became motionless.

Only then did Wyatt Barnes tossle stroll over and take the Storage Ring from Lany Simmons’ hand and claim it as his own.

Seeing the abundance of bank checks and silver ingots inside the Storage Ring, Wyatt’s eyes lit up, mumbling to himself, "These checks and USDs added up should be at least seven or eight million... not bad."

"S...seven or eight million?"

Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn were astounded.

"Young Master, who was that fatso?" asked Frank Graham, swallowing hard. He had a terrible premonition.

"You didn’t know who he was, yet you rushed up and beat him to death?" Wyatt Barnes was somewhat speechless.

"Forget it, since he’s dead now anyway. He was my target in the first place... His name was ’Lany Simmons’, and he was the innkeeper of this inn. His actual identity, though, was that of a direct descendent of the Simmons Clan and the blood nephew of the Simmons Clan’s Grand Elder, South Simmons."

As Wyatt Barnes finished speaking, he shrugged non-chalantly.

The complexions of Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn changed instantly...

A direct descendent of the Simmons Clan!

Even the Godly Might Marquis wouldn’t dare to openly kill a legitimate descendant of the Simmons Clan, right?

"What, you think he shouldn’t have died?"

Looking at the two’s faces, Wyatt Barnes was puzzled. Weren’t they the ones who had rushed fiercely forward just now?

"Manager, what happened here?"

Just then, some commotion could be heard from outside the room, growing louder and closer.

"If you don’t want to be found out, you better leave now!"

Wyatt Barnes gave Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn a glance, as he made the first move and jumped onto the torn rooftop.

Without further thought, Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn quickly followed suit.

If the Simmons Clan were to find out that they were the ones who killed ’Lany Simmons’, even the Godly Might Marquis wouldn’t be able to protect them!

This was a direct descendant of the Simmons Clan!

For a powerful clan like the Simmons Clan that valued reputation above all else, killing one of their heirs was equivalent to slapping them in the face.

After leaving the inn and circling a few streets, Wyatt Barnes finally slowed his pace.

"So, how was it? Refreshing, right?"

Wyatt Barnes looked at the two men and grinned.

"Sure, it was exhilarating...but that was a direct descendant of the Simmons Clan. If the Simmons Clan traces this back to us, we are done!" Frank Graham bitterly laughed, regretting that he had decided to leave the Godly Might Marquis Mansion with the young man. They hadn’t learned anything significant yet and had already invited such disaster upon themselves.

Even though Gideon Dunn didn’t say anything, his discontent was written all over his face - it was obvious he shared the same sentiment as Frank Graham.

"As you said, they would have to trace it back to us first, right? So, just don’t let them trace it back to us." Wyatt Barnes was a bit speechless - this guy, couldn’t he think convolutely?

Swish!

Wyatt Barnes raised his hand, took out two stacks of bank checks, and handed them to Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn. "Not a bad harvest tonight... This is for you guys. One million each!"

One million each?

Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn were completely stunned. Even as Seventh-Order Original Infants, who were considered ’generals’ in the military, they had barely saved up a few hundred thousand after an entire life of serving in the military.

And now, they had killed a despised fat man and earned this much money?

Were they dreaming?

Despite their shock, both men declined the bank checks Wyatt Barnes offered them, "Young Master, we cannot accept this money."

"Quit the act and just take it already... Tonight is just the beginning. Follow me in the future, and I guarantee that you’ll earn so much it’ll make you dizzy."

Ignoring their refusal, Wyatt Barnes stuffed the bank checks into their hands, and said nonchalantly.

Tonight is just the beginning?

Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn were on the verge of tears, feeling as if they had boarded a pirate ship...

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