Outside Eastwoods Hotel, rows of heavily armored vehicles were neatly arranged. Countless soldiers holding weapons exuded an imposing aura, filling the plaza and streets around the hotel.
Behind these terrifying soldiers, they saw heavy weaponry usually seen only on TV... The cold muzzles aimed in their direction, making everyone in the banquet hall tremble with fear.
"Why...why are there so many soldiers? What's happening?!" a Steele family member said, his voice trembling.
Robin also saw this scene, his face turning pale. What was going on?
He turned to look at Jack, his eyes gradually filling with fear. "Are you...?" He realized he had missed something crucial. As the top General of the Federation, General Steele's identity was classified. Robin had never seen him in person, only some blurry, leaked photos. Everyone thought the General had sacrificed himself, so he never connected Jack to that identity.
But now, Robin noticed that Jack vaguely resembled General Steele he had seen in those photos. Only the real General Steele could mobilize so many people so quickly!
Robin quickly pieced everything together. He walked briskly towards Jack, ready to salute, but was stopped by a sharp look from Jack.
Robin broke into a cold sweat, his clothes instantly soaked. He didn't dare reveal Jack's identity and left with his guards without a word, ignoring the Steele family members' attempts to stop him.
The Steele family stood there, dumbfounded, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. They thought, 'What did Jack experience in these eight years? How could he command such power?!'
"Old man, can we discuss the third condition now?" Jack walked slowly to Edward; his voice filled with murderous intent.
"You..." Edward's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, fainting. The Steele family rushed to support him, but even so, Jack had no intention of letting him go. He extended his hand, and Drake handed him a prepared rope.
With a flick of his wrist, the rope landed precisely in front of Edward. "Patriarch Steele is old. Help him with the hanging," Jack said coldly.
"What did you say, you bastard..." Jade began to curse but was slapped by Drake, losing several teeth.
"For disrespecting Mr. Steele, this slap is a warning!" The other Steele family members, who had wanted to fight Jack, thought of Drake's terrifying skills and stepped back obediently.
Jack's cold voice slowly echoed, "I said, if the first condition is not met, Todd Group will collapse. If the second condition is not met, the Steele family will go bankrupt! If the third condition is not met, the Steele family will accompany my parents in death!"
"Do you think I'm joking?! Now you have a choice: either the Patriarch Steele dies, or the entire Steele family dies!" After saying these words, Jack closed his eyes and remained silent. His cold aura made everyone shiver, and no one dared approach.
The Carter family, standing in the corner, was already stunned, not knowing what to do. They didn't understand how a birthday celebration had turned into this.
Jade held the rope in his hand, his expression conflicted.
"It seems you don't understand your situation yet." Jack sneered and sent a command.
The next moment, the sound of synchronized footsteps came from downstairs. A group of intimidating guards burst into the banquet hall; their cold muzzles aimed at the Steele family members! The sound of loading guns filled the room.
All the Steele family members turned pale. Some even wet themselves in fear, and the banquet hall was filled with a foul odor.
"Uncle, Grandpa has lived long enough. We are still young!" Finally, a young Steele family member couldn't hold on and cried out.
Jade glared at him, ready to scold him, but more voices echoed:
"Yes, Uncle, we just had a baby. We can't die!"
"Besides, this mess was caused by Patriarch Steele. Why should we die with him?!"
"I wanted to pay my respects to Uncle Robert Steele and his wife these past few days, but you said not to worry about Jack. It's your fault! You should die, not us!"
The Steele family erupted into unprecedented infighting. Accusations and curses flew, and some even started fighting, their faces covered in blood.
"It's over. The Steele family is finished..." Jade cried bitterly. He knew the Steele family was doomed. Even if they survived today, the family would never be united again. Just then, Patriarch Steele slowly opened his eyes.
He stared at Jack; his eyes filled with complex emotions. After a while, he said, "Jack, I want to exchange a secret for the safety of the Steele family. Afterward, I will hang myself!"
"Say it," Jack said calmly. As long as Edward, the mastermind, faced retribution, most of Jack's anger would dissipate. As for the remaining family members, without the Steele family's protection, they could barely make a living. For those accustomed to a life of luxury, this was the greatest punishment.
"I know the whereabouts of your sister," Edward said, his eyes fixed on Jack, trying to capture any change in his expression.
Sure enough, upon hearing the word "sister," Jack's expression changed immediately. "Where is my sister?!" Jack asked urgently.
Edward gave a bitter smile and began, "Actually, Catherine Shaw, your foster mother, was from the Shaw family, the most prominent family in Wyndcrest. However, she insisted on marrying your foster father, and the Shaw family disapproved of the marriage, so they cut ties with her."
Edward coughed weakly and continued, "All these years, the Shaw family indeed had no contact with your foster mother until her death. The Shaw family then sent someone to take her remains, and they also took your sister because she carries half of the Shaw family's bloodline."
'So that was how it was!' Jack was surprised. No wonder he always wondered how his rough and unrefined foster father married such a graceful and elegant woman like his foster mother. Even while doing busy chores, Jack's foster mother exuded the aura of a noble lady.
"The Shaw family..." Jack murmured.
"Drake, get the car! I'm going to the Shaw family now!"