I am the King

Chapter 69

Vincent squinted and remarked, "It seems the Joseph family's ambitions haven't waned since Armand's death, but I believe they're inviting trouble! This is the perfect opportunity to completely clean up the gangs in Z City! Any threat to the Round Table must be eliminated."

His gaze intensified as he ordered, "Galahad, bring over thirty elite Knights!"

"Yes, my lord!" Galahad promptly turned to organize the troops.

Vincent poured himself a glass of bourbon, downed it in one gulp, then entered the elevator and descended.

He intended to confront whoever dared to cause trouble.

Meanwhile, outside the company gates, a dozen security guards lay groaning on the ground.

Blade's expression hardened as he declared, "Anyone who dares to block my path deserves such punishment!" With that, he prepared to lead his men inside.

Emma stepped forward, her voice sharp, demanding, "Stop right there! Who are you people? Injuring my employees like this, I'm calling the police."

Blade regarded Emma coldly and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Emma Joseph, the CEO of V&E Group's branch. And who are you?" Emma replied.

Blade sneered, "Listen up. I work for Mr. Frances! Our mission here is to drive V&E Group out of Z City!"

Emma looked puzzled. "Mr. Frances?"

Beside her, Porter's face turned pale as he explained, "President Joseph, Mr. Frances is the underworld kingpin here. No one dares to cross him. Looks like we're in trouble this time!"

Emma felt a pang of unease. 'Gangsters operate outside the law. Are they really going to retreat to M City just when they're establishing themselves in Z City?' Emma was unwilling to give in.

Just then, Vincent emerged. He glanced at Blade and said, "You want us out of Z City? Fine! But I wonder if you have the means to accomplish that."

Seeing Vincent appear, Emma breathed a sigh of relief. With Vincent by her side, she felt incredibly safe.

Blade narrowed his eyes, fixing Vincent with a venomous stare, and demanded, "Who are you?"

Vincent's expression remained serene as he calmly responded, "My name is Vincent Chesterton."

At the mention of Vincent's name, Blade's face paled in fear. "You're Vincent?"

Vincent smiled slightly. "Am I that famous now?"

Sweat began to bead on Blade’s forehead. According to Osborn's intelligence, Nick's death, Armand's family's fate—all were linked to this man. Even Mr. Black had been injured by him.

In a cold voice, Blade warned, "Vincent, I represent Mr. Frances! Do you know who he is? I suggest you leave Z City now, or you'll regret it."

Before he could finish, Vincent struck. There was a loud impact, and Vincent stood unscathed while Blade's katana and Blade himself lay on the ground.

Blade looked incredulous, coughing up blood before he could speak. Just one punch had seriously injured him.

Vincent's face twisted with disdain as he sneered, "Are you even worthy of saying that? What gives you the audacity? Tell Mr. Frances he has three days to come and apologize to me, or I can't guarantee his safety."

The other gang members watched in disbelief. They wondered if this man was insane, demanding an apology from Mr. Frances.

Struggling to stand, Blade gritted his teeth. "You think Mr. Frances will yield to you? Let's see if you have the guts! Brothers, kill him!"

With that command, hundreds of gang members charged toward Vincent.

Vincent, like a statue, remained unmoved. He even lit a cigarette and looked into the distance.

The gang members hesitated, thinking their numbers would intimidate him.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted—Galahad's Knights had positioned themselves with heavy firepower. Startled, the gang members scattered and fled.

Blade hadn't anticipated Vincent's men being armed. But remembering Mr. Frances's orders, he endured the pain, picked up his katana, and charged at Vincent, ready to fight to the death.

Galahad gestured silently, and his men opened fire.

Bang!

Blade was thrown back, blood pouring from his mouth again. This time, a bullet had pierced his thigh. He couldn't understand why they hadn't just killed him!

Galahad stared at Blade coldly. "Take my lord's message back to Mr. Frances, or I'll go myself. You won't need to live."

Blade said nothing, realizing he couldn't match Vincent and his people. Staying meant certain death.

Watching Blade leave, Vincent turned to Emma with a smile. "Let's go back, darling."

Emma nodded, following Vincent away from the chaos.

Porter stood in shock, witnessing Mr. Frances's top guard being effortlessly bested by Vincent and his men. Vincent had even dared to demand Mr. Frances apologize within three days?

In that moment, Porter's admiration for Vincent solidified. Any doubts vanished, and he vowed to become V&E Group's most loyal employee.

Later, Blade stumbled back to Osborn's clubhouse.

Seeing Blade in such a state shocked Osborn. "Blade, what happened?"

Blade wiped blood from his mouth. "Mr. Frances, I led an attack on V&E Group, but Vincent and his men seriously injured me."

Osborn was stunned. Blade continued, "And Vincent had a message for you. He wants you to come to V&E Group and apologize within three days!"