Immortal King

Chapter 57

"Ah!!" Jolina screamed piercingly. She reached out to grab Jack's face, but Jack kicked her in the chest, sending Jolina flying backward. Her breasts, augmented through surgery, deflated noticeably.

The people in the venue stared in shock. They hadn't expected Jolina's face to be cosmetically altered, or her breasts to be implants.

"You, die!!" Jolina, now almost mad, had her makeup smeared across her face, giving her a ghastly appearance.

She screamed at Martin beside her, "Husband, help me teach him a lesson, I want him dead!"

Martin, enraged, swung his fist at Jack. "How dare you hit my woman!" But before his punch could reach Jack, he was sent flying and landed on top of Jolina, causing her to shriek even louder.

At this moment, the chaos attracted the attention of the organizers. The middle-aged man who had announced the rule change earlier rushed over. "What are you doing here? Who allowed you to fight?"

Seeing Martin on the ground, the organizer's face changed drastically. "Mr. Cena, what happened? Let me help you up."

Martin, unsteady on his feet, pointed at Jack and said, "This damn fool dared to hit me. If I don't kill him today, I'm an asshole!"

"What? Someone dared to hit you?!" The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and he shouted, "Security! Beat this bastard and throw him out. How dare he offend Mr. Cena!"

A group of security personnel rushed in and surrounded Jack at the command.

Emily, nervously gripping Jack's arm, was taken aback by how things had escalated. Jack frowned, ready to teach these shameless individuals a lesson.

Suddenly, a stern voice came from the entrance of the venue. "What's going on here? Has the bidding meeting concluded? Who allowed you to cause trouble?!"

Everyone turned to see a tall, imposing man, and whispers spread through the crowd: "Isn't that the Vice City Lord? Why is he here?"

The middle-aged man hurried forward, "Greetings, Vice City Lord! There's a thug causing trouble here. Please wait for us to handle him before you come in!"

"What thug?" The Vice City Lord's face changed when he saw Jack surrounded by security.

The middle-aged man didn't notice the Vice City Lord's change in demeanor and continued, "Look, that bastard actually dared to injure Mr. Cena of Cold Realty. He's simply asking for death..."

Before he could finish, the Vice City Lord bellowed, "Nonsense!"

He quickly stepped forward, pushing the security personnel aside and reprimanding them loudly, "Who allowed you to be disrespectful to Mr. Steele? Apologize to Mr. Steele immediately!"

The crowd was stunned, particularly the middle-aged man, who looked as though his eyes might pop out. 'Why is the Vice City Lord so protective of this thug?'

"Do you know me?" Jack asked, surprised.

The Vice City Lord approached cautiously. "Because Alan Drew mentioned you to me." Alan Drew was the head of the Wyndcrest Education Bureau, and they had a close personal relationship. After dealing with Zeke's matter, Alan had secretly sent Jack's photo to the Vice City Lord.

Thus, he had known about Jack, someone even General Drake Long treated with respect. The Vice City Lord was aware of how significant Jack's identity was.

"Vice City Lord, you must be mistaken. He just hit Mr. Cena, and he..." the middle-aged man protested.

"Shut up!" The Vice City Lord roared, his sharp gaze sweeping across everyone present. "From now on, anyone who disrespects Mr. Steele is disrespecting me! And this is a bidding venue, not a place for you to show off your connections! Even if Mr. Cena was at fault, does that mean he can't be hit?"

Hearing this, the crowd's expressions turned awkward. The Vice City Lord had arrived late and didn't know the full context of the conflict between Jack and Martin. Yet, he was now firmly siding with Jack. This stance was too blatant!

"Does anyone else have objections?" The Vice City Lord's imposing presence silenced the room. No one dared to speak up.

Even Martin could only lower his head in humiliation. As a mere company boss, he was no match for the Vice City Lord and dared not offend him.

The Vice City Lord then moved to the stage, reviewed the bidding proposals, and said, "Which company is Joyland Realty, and who is the responsible person?"

Emily, instinctively raising her hand, answered.

The Vice City Lord nodded. "I believe Joyland Realty's proposal is excellent. Let's award this project to Joyland Realty."

The announcement caused an uproar in the room.

The Vice City Lord's cold gaze swept over everyone. "I'm done speaking. Who agrees, who disagrees?"

The room fell into a profound silence. Everyone was dumbfounded, unable to understand how the project, originally set to be auctioned, was now directly awarded to a relatively unknown company. They were perplexed.

In a corner, Jolina's eyes were filled with venom. She hadn't expected Jack to be acquainted with the Vice City Lord, which explained his audacity to hit her in front of so many people. However, her support wasn't limited to just Martin.

Jolina turned and left the venue, making a call from a secluded spot. As soon as the call connected, she began to whimper, "Darling, I was bullied..." She twisted the facts of her encounter, hoping to gain the assistance she sought.

Thus, the bidding meeting ended in a bizarre manner.

On the way back to the company, Emily couldn't help but ask, "Jack, I get the feeling the Vice City Lord was afraid of you. Is that just my impression?"

"Of course, it's just your impression." Jack said with a slight smile. "The Vice City Lord met me when Drake hosted a dinner for the city leaders. His courtesy to me now is due to Drake's influence. Don't overthink it."

"That makes sense." Emily nodded, not doubting further. She then cautioned, "You should be careful in the future. Big figures have unpredictable tempers, and the Vice City Lord is relatively mild. He didn't get upset because you didn't recognize him."

Jack smiled and nodded. But inwardly, he thought, no matter what, his status was too significant for anyone to dare get angry with him.

After dropping Emily off at the company, Jack drove to the Destroy Steele Group. On the surface, Destroy Steele Group was a company, but behind the scenes, it had been transformed into an intelligence agency by Drake to collect crucial information. Even on the underground floor of Destroy Steele Group, a team of guards from the border was on standby at all times.

This was a special request from Jack. After the previous assassination attempt, he realized he couldn't protect Emily and Cindy every day. With this guard team in place, Jack felt much more at ease.

"Sir, I have a message for you!" Drake approached as soon as Jack entered.

"Speak."

"Edward is not dead," Drake said, taking a deep breath.

"What did you say?" Jack halted abruptly and turned sharply.

Suddenly, a cold aura of killing permeated the whole office.