Youngest Major General

Chapter 2: I'm Looking for Charles Anderson

"Who the f**k are you?" Isabella Campbell felt a little scared and guilty under Owen Mitchell's stern gaze.

"Answer whatever the f**k the gentleman asks! You don't have the right to ask questions!" Lucas Bennett said angrily, his eyes glaring with a murderous aura, scaring Isabella to almost stumble.

"Kid, dare to talk to the young lady like this, believe me..." Franklin Anderson cursed loudly, but was stopped by Isabella.

"Whom are you looking for?"

Owen Mitchell narrowed his eyes, speaking slowly and coldly, "The Anderson family, Charles Anderson!"

Hiss!

Franklin and his subordinates gasped in cold air.

This name hasn't been mentioned for almost a year!

Not because it was forgotten.

Because no one dared to mention it!

Lady Anderson had ordered that no one should mention this person anymore, or face punishment from the family's rules!

These three words were taboo in the Anderson family!

Everyone scrutinized Owen.

Who is this person? How dare he speak like this?

Not only did he mention Charles Anderson, but also at this time?

Isabella was stunned, her eyes flickered, and she did not dare to meet Owen 's gaze, her face looking somewhat unpleasant.

"There is no Charles Anderson in the Anderson family." Isabella gritted her teeth and said, "Franklin Anderson, show this guest out!"

"Yes, young lady!" Franklin Anderson agreed and quickly called for people to surround Owen. "Kid, since you don't leave, don't blame me for being impolite. Attack him, I'm going to cut his tongue."

Franklin 's face turned fierce, as if this matter reached the ears of the old lady, it would be troublesome.

Facing several Anderson family thugs, Owen 's expression remained unchanged, showing no intent to dodge.

"Brazen!"

With a loud shout, Lucas stepped forward and blocked Owen.

He was already tall and big, and with this roar, he instantly scared everyone.

Lucas exuded a strong and overwhelming aura, making it hard for everyone to catch their breath!

Franklin was also startled, his face even more unpleasant, "Useless! Attack! Why are you afraid of him? All of you, attack!"

Before he finished his words, a slap sound!

Lucas 's big hand slapped heavily on Franklin 's face. Franklin Anderson let out a miserable scream and flew out!

"Noisy!"

After finishing off Franklin, Lucas acted as if nothing had happened, stepped back, and stood behind Owen.

Everyone fell silent in an instant.

One slap could send a person flying, and it seemed like he didn't use much strength...

Could humans really do that...

The guards all looked dumbfounded.

Owen raised his foot and continued walking inside.

"You... Charles Anderson is already dead, you can't see him!" Isabella hurriedly tried to stop him, but Owen abruptly turned around.

Snap!

A crisp sound, and there was now a palm mark on Isabella 's face.

Owen Mitchell used just a bit of force, but it still made her dizzy and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

"This slap is for Charles."

After saying that, Owen wiped his palms on the handkerchief handed by Lucas Bennett and casually threw it over, landing right in front of Isabella...

Isabella 's face turned pale, she covered her mouth and took a while to regain herself, and quickly followed inside.

"Damn it! Dare to come to the Anderson family and cause trouble, and dare to hit me! I don't care who you are, but today, you're dead!" Franklin, outside, was still dazed for a while, finally responding.

He cursed loudly, ready to call for help.

But Lucas 's ear moved, and his figure disappeared like a ghost, immediately appearing in front of Franklin.

"Who did you say was dead?" Lucas 's tone was extremely cold.

"I...I... Did I say something wrong?" Franklin became frightened, instinctively covering his face that had just been slapped, but he still tried to act tough, "If that kid dares to mention Charles in front of the old lady, cutting his tongue would be the least of his worries! I warn you, you better..."

Before he finished his words, Lucas suddenly reached out his hand, grasping Franklin 's neck, lifting him up.

"The Anderson family? The family may not be large, but the temperaments are not small! However, if you dare to offend the sir, even if there are hundreds of Anderson families, they will all die!" Lucas 's gaze was cold, with an overwhelming murderous intent.

Franklin struggled desperately, but couldn't break free, his breathing became more and more difficult, and his face grew paler.

"What did you just say? You want to cut tongues? Fine, I'll grant your wish!" Lucas sneered.

To Franklin 's ears, it felt like a death knell!

Just as he was about to struggle, he felt intense pain in his mouth.

Lucas relaxed his grip, and Franklin slammed onto the ground, painfully covering his blood-stained mouth, unable to say a word.

With just a gentle force from Lucas, his tongue was destroyed.

"If not for the Lord wanting to investigate the cause and effect thoroughly, the Anderson family would have been wiped out long ago!" Lucas 's presence was imposing, not even deigning to spare a glance at Franklin . He walked into the villa.

Outside the villa, there were cries of agony...

Though the wedding was still ten days away, the Anderson family villa was already decorated with colorful lights.

Edward Anderson, the eldest son of the Anderson family, was the number one youth in Nucus.

His wedding was bound to be grand.

Owen entered, and the dining table in the hall was already occupied by many people, all from the direct line of the Anderson family.

They were preparing for a reunion dinner.

The middle seat was empty, presumably reserved for the Anderson family's matriarch.

Everyone was chatting and laughing, not paying any attention to Owen. Owen came to the center of the lobby, where rows of spirit tablets were placed.

Owen glanced over and narrowed his eyes.

There was no spirit tablet for Charles!

"Hey, brother-in-law, let's have a drink. We are family now, you have to take care of your little brother-in-law!" Caleb stood up from the dining table, holding a glass of wine and looking pleased.

Just as he was about to offer a toast, he noticed a stranger in the hall.

"Who are you? How did you get in? What is Franklin doing?"

Everyone turned to look and noticed another Owen in the hall.

"Of course, I walked in." Owen turned around and fixed his gaze on the young man in a wine-red suit sitting at the table.

"You, you must be Edward Anderson, right?"

Edward frowned slightly. As the eldest young master of the Anderson family and the future leader of the family, it was normal for others to know him.

But this tone was unfriendly.

Edward was young, but his face was swollen, indicating that he often indulged in sensual pleasures.

He looked at Owen and squinted, "I am Edward Anderson, but do you know where this is? Is it so easy for you to enter the Anderson family's gate?"

"Brother-in-law, look at the way this guy is dressed. He's probably a beggar. Why bother being polite to him? Just kick him out!" Caleb Campbell spoke again.

This guy was even more arrogant and domineering than Edward, relying on the power of his brother-in-law.

"You're right, Caleb." Edward nodded faintly. "Kid, no matter who you are, leave before I lose my temper. Franklin, show him out! Franklin Anderson?"

Edward called out twice, but Franklin didn't appear. Instead, Lucas came in strides.

"No need to shout, a mute can't answer you."

Everyone looked at each other, Edward 's eyebrows furrowed, and his smile slowly became cruel.

"Very well, it seems that my Anderson family has been too merciful. Anyone dares to mess with my Anderson family."

Upon hearing this, everyone at the table felt a chill down their spines.

Some looked at Owen and Lucas with pity.

Someone was in trouble.

To their disappointment, Owen and Lucas remained calm, not even blinking.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Caleb suddenly exclaimed. Everyone followed his gaze and gasped in shock.

They saw Isabella covering her face, a clear palm print visible on her cheek, blood stains at the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with tears and grievances.

Tsk tsk, although Edward wasn't very good to his fiancée, slapping him in the face in front of everyone wasn't called for.

He even slapped the face of the Anderson family.

What audacity!

"If it was you who hit her, then leave your limbs behind today..."

Sure enough, Edward Anderson's face turned cold, and a murderous intent filled the air!

Everyone was taken aback, as it was the first time Edward had been this angry.

The one who dies will be the other young master of the Anderson family!