LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

However, Jun Chester didn’t want bloodshed in front of his mother’s grave. At that moment, Mark Sutton, the head of the Dirtmouth Special Service Agency, spoke coldly. “Jun Chester, we know you just want to be a good son, we can be lenient with you as long as you surrender willingly. Otherwise, you’ll meet your doom here today! The entire elite force of our Special Service Agency and the army are all here. You must recognize the situation!”

Footsteps could be heard all around Chester Cemetery, and the sounds of countless bullets being loaded followed wave after wave. Thousands of fully armed Special Service Agency personnel moved in to surround Jun Chester. At the same time, the sound of warplanes filled the air. Mark Sutton, Bella, and the others looked up to see hundreds of military aircraft weaving through the rain-filled sky.

The scene was grand, showing an unstoppable force! Under such an impressive display, not even a single fly could have escaped. The core members of both families were terrified, their legs going weak. Fortunately, this show of force was not directed at them, but at Jun Chester. If he were to resist, he would be crushed without a doubt.

However, in the next moment, everyone present, whether from the two families or the armed personnel from the Dirtmouth Special Agency, widened their eyes in disbelief, their faces turning pale. A voice suddenly came from one of the warplanes amidst the rain. “Lord Chester, Andrew White reporting to you. Please forgive us, as we are unable to salute Lord Chester at this time.”

Following the voice, all military aircraft directed their firepower at everyone except Jun Chester and his two subordinates. Even Mark Sutton, the head of the Dirtmouth Special Agency, could not escape the targeting.

Mark Sutton was dumbfounded. So were Bella, the members of the Chester and Harding families, and all the special agents surrounding them. What was happening?

Thankfully, Mark Sutton had experienced many battles and was familiar with intense situations. Seeing the spectacle in the sky, he shouted angrily, “Andrew White, are you trying to rebel?”

A cold laugh came from Andrew White in the sky. “If I wanted to rebel, I would have done so long ago. Why wait until now? Lord Chester led us through countless battles, loyal to our country. Whoever dares to slander him will face death!”

At his words, tens of thousands of soldiers in the sky roared in unison. The momentum was earth-shattering and deafening. The raindrops in the sky were shaken by the tremendous force, breaking into droplets before reaching the ground.

The people from the two families had never seen such a scene. Some had already collapsed on the ground, terrified beyond control. Bella stared blankly at the unfolding events, her mind going blank as if she had been scared senseless.

Jun Chester then looked at Bella. He got up and walked towards her. Bella, terrified, kept retreating as if she had seen a demon. Her face had lost all color, and she stumbled back into the mud. Her clothes, stockings, and hair were all soiled, and she cried out in horror, “Dad! Mom! Mom!”

Bella’s parents were indeed nearby, but they had no courage to speak up. Jun Chester stopped in front of Mark Sutton, glanced at him, and said calmly, “I waited for you at the Special Agency building for a long time. Why didn’t you go back?”

Mark Sutton trembled all over. Just then, a sound of brakes was heard. Everyone looked over, once again shocked. Blake Charlton stepped out of the lead car. At a hundred years old, his frail body staggered. His upper body, exposed to the rain, was wrapped in a cloth strip that held a bundle of thorny vines on his back. He wore white pants, and a white cloth band was tied around his forehead. In his withered hands, he held a sharp long sword.

Upon seeing the centenarian Blake Charlton approach step by step, everyone fell silent. Jun Chester, however, appeared indifferent and spoke coldly.

“Lord Charlton, what are you doing?”

Blake Charlton had already walked to within ten meters of Jun Chester, knelt on the ground, raised the sword in his hand, and hoarsely cried out, “I was so foolish! I beg Lord Chester’s forgiveness!”

Silence! It was as quiet as death!

Even the rumbling sound of the warplanes above seemed to have lost their might. The next moment, all eyes turned to Jun Chester, awaiting his response. Who knew what both families were feeling at that moment?

Lord Charlton personally begged for Jun Chester’s forgiveness? Could it be that Wilfrid Chester’s death had nothing to do with Jun Chester? How was that possible?

Just then, a group of people in special service uniforms followed behind Blake Charlton. The man at the forefront was none other than the middle-aged man whom Jun Chester had encountered in the elevator of the special service building earlier. The middle-aged man was the deputy of the special service, and his authority in the Dirtmouth Special Service was second only to Mark Sutton.

He had come with his team, not for anything else but to arrest people. The middle-aged man stepped forward and waved his hand.

“It has been determined that Wilfrid Chester’s death was committed by Han Derong, the Chester family’s personal doctor! Behind him were Pete Chester and Edric Harding! Come on, arrest everyone from the Harding family and all those from the Chester family involved in this case, and take them back to the office for questioning!”

But no one dared to move. Without Jun Chester’s say, who dared to act?

Both the Chester family and the Harding family were related to Jun Chester. How they were to be dealt with ultimately depended on Jun Chester. For a moment, the middle-aged man was quite embarrassed. No one listened to him.

Mark Sutton’s face twisted, and after a long while, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and walked up to Jun Chester. “Have a smoke, it was a misunderstanding!”

“This… haha, this is just nonsense, to think that…”

Before Mark Sutton could finish, Jun Chester glanced at him, causing him to tremble and drop the cigarette. What he lost wasn’t just the cigarette, but his face.

Without saying a word, Jun Chester once again walked toward his mother’s grave. He pushed the tombstone aside and pulled out the stone coffin from within, hoisting it onto his shoulder. Only then did he calmly instruct Colbert Osborn, who was standing next to Blake Charlton.

“Colbert, help me support the tombstone!”

Colbert Osborn trembled. What an honor! He immediately stepped forward, held up the tombstone of Jun Chester’s mother, and followed Jun Chester.

At this point, the warplanes in the sky had landed on the ground. Countless soldiers in uniform knelt along the sides of the road. Jun Chester carried the coffin and walked in the middle.

There was silence all around him, and no one dared make a sound. At that moment, Blake Charlton placed his sword on his own neck. Jun Chester stopped but didn’t turn around, merely speaking softly.

“Blake Charlton, even if I do nothing, you won’t truly hurt yourself. Save this little act for yourself.”

“Back then, you strongly persuaded those high above to store all the antiques we retrieved in the Chester Fortress. Was it really for their safety? Or… did you have other plans?”

“You’re indeed good at manipulation, but the people of the Chester family and the Harding family haven’t disappointed you either. They indeed stole those items!”

“But if you think that by doing this, you can strip me of my military power, then you’re gravely mistaken! And if you still believe that taking away my military power will leave me without a chance for redemption, then you’re even more mistaken!”

“Today, I’ll spare you once. You should watch yourself!”

Upon hearing these words, Blake Charlton’s face twitched. After a while, he threw his sword to the ground, and under everyone’s gaze, he scurried over to stand behind Jun Chester, bending his waist.

But seeing that Jun Chester wouldn’t even acknowledge him, he stealthily glanced at Colbert Osborn next to him and tentatively said, “General Osborn, perhaps… you could allow me to follow you. Maybe there’s no hope for me to follow Lord Chester in this lifetime, but from now on, he could become my master’s master!”

Colbert Osborn coldly scolded, “Get lost!”

Blake Charlton not only didn’t leave but also tilted his head and gently patted his own face. “My face is pretty thick!”

“As the foremost figure in Lordran’s bureaucracy, of course, I must have a thick face. Otherwise, how would they call me Lord Charlton?”

Inside Chester Cemetery, Bella had already climbed up from the mud. She looked at Blake Charlton’s shamelessly old face from afar and almost blacked out. Her gorgeous face turned as pale as paper.

At this moment, there was only one thought in her mind: “How… how can I ask for his forgiveness?”