Youngest Major General

Chapter Three: Tit For Tat

"It seems that Mrs. Anderson's blindness is not light. She actually thinks you are more excellent than Charles..."

Owen Mitchell's expression was indifferent as he sat across from Edward Anderson.

Lucas stood with his hands behind his back, like a mountain.

Charles?

Charles Anderson?!

Swoosh!

Almost the same scene as before!

Everyone trembled, looking at Owen, then at Edward Anderson, their expressions blank!

Charles Anderson is absolutely taboo in the Anderson family!

In an instant, Edward Anderson's face became so gloomy that water could drip from it, while Isabella Campbell bit her lip and lowered her head. No one knew what she was thinking.

"Damn it, you little brat, do you want to die? Get out of here!"

Caleb Campbell shouted again when Edward Anderson didn't speak.

Owen acted as if he hadn't heard anything, his eyes fixed on Edward Anderson. "Tell me, how did Charles die?"

Owen's tone was firm and not open to refusal.

Edward Anderson gritted his teeth, his face becoming more and more grim.

"You damn well know you're a weak and useless waste. Whether he died or not has nothing to do with you!"

To please his brother-in-law, Caleb was about to poke Owen in the nose with his finger. "Take a good look, there is only one young master in the Anderson family, my brother-in-law Edward Anderson. As for that waste, he deserved to die! Such a person is a waste of life. It's better for him to be dead."

Caleb became more and more excited as he spoke. "And as for you, do you really think I won't dare touch you?" Caleb sneered twice. "Now, cut off your tongue, chop off the hand you used to hit my sister, and then apologize to my brother-in-law. Maybe I'll spare your life, otherwise..."

Caleb looked arrogant, completely confident with Edward Anderson backing him.

But he didn't see that Owen's eyes had already turned ice-cold as he looked at him.

"Why are you still standing there doing nothing? Do you want me to do it for you? Believe me..."

Plup!

Caleb's voice abruptly stopped, his expression initially confused, then increasingly pale.

He lowered his head, and Owen's finger was pointing at his chest. Even though there was some distance between them, Caleb's chest already had a three-finger-wide hole, with blood gushing profusely.

"You... you..."

Caleb stared dumbfoundedly at Owen, his pupils slowly dilating. He tried hard to grab his collar but could only weakly fall to the ground.

"Ah! Murder!"

"Caleb!"

Caleb's blood sprayed all over the floor, and the entire hall immediately descended into chaos.

Isabella was the first to react, quickly throwing herself in front of Caleb.

Seeing that her brother had lost his breath, she cried hysterically.

Others were shocked, never expecting that not only would Owen dare to use force, but he would even dare to kill someone face to face!

"Enough!"

Owen withdrew his hand and wiped it gently, his expression unchanged.

"Kid, you've really made me angry. Who the hell are you?" Edward Anderson's forehead veins popped out, his voice completely cold.

"Why did you kill my brother? I don't care who you are, but I'll make you accompany him in death!" Isabella roared at Owen like a madwoman.

Owen glanced at her indifferently. "Some people mustn't be insulted. And you, have already violated that taboo!"

Charles Anderson was hurt for himself, but more importantly, he was hurt for his country. No one could insult him!

After speaking, Owen looked at Edward Anderson again. "I don't like to repeat myself. How did Charles Anderson die?"

This time, Edward Anderson was completely provoked. Just as he was about to order someone to deal with Owen, an old woman with a cane slowly entered the hall!

"What's going on here? Making such a fuss?"

Although the old woman's voice was old and frail, it carried a sense of authority, and the entire hall instantly fell silent.

"Grandma!"

Edward Anderson didn't even care about Owen anymore and hurriedly helped the old woman sit down.

"Hmm? Who did this?"

As soon as the old woman sat down, she immediately noticed Caleb's corpse, and her brows furrowed.

Owen raised his head. The old woman had white hair and appeared to be around seventy years old. She was dressed in high-quality tailor-made clothes, and her ten fingers were adorned with various gold, silver, and jade jewelry, exuding an air of nobility.

Presumably, she was the matriarch of the Anderson family, Lady Anderson - the grandmother of Anderson’s family.

For a moment, Edward Anderson didn't know how to explain, so he glanced at Owen with awareness.

Lady Anderson raised her head, her sharp gaze met Owen's. "Who are you? Is this all your doing?"

Owen smiled coldly. "Owen, it was me."

"Owen Mitchell?" Lady Anderson narrowed her eyes. "The adopted son of Orion Mitchell who disappeared more than ten years ago? Hmph, you have quite the nerve, daring to come to my Anderson family and cause trouble."

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.

So this guy was only Orion's adopted son.

The Mitchell family couldn't even be considered a third-rate family, and this mere adopted son actually had the audacity to cause trouble in the Anderson family!

Simply audacious!

Lady Anderson had held a high position for a long time, and she carried an air of authority. She stared coldly at Owen Mitchell. "You better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise, the Mitchell family has no reason to exist."

Owen smiled faintly, "Perfect, you better give me an explanation as well, otherwise, the Anderson family... also has no reason to exist. Tell me, how did Charles Anderson die?"

"You dare!"

Lady Anderson angrily shouted, frightening everyone present!

"You damned brat from the Mitchell family, you truly have no fear! Do you really think I won't touch your Mitchell family? Edward, call Orion. He has ten minutes to come here. Otherwise, I'll make sure his birthday celebration becomes a funeral!"Don't underestimate this old lady, she has a fiery temper.

"Stop, don't mess with him..."

"Lucas Bennett!" Owen stopped Lucas and calmly looked at Lady Anderson, "Lady Anderson, if you want to keep something secret, you must not let others know about it."

"Charles Anderson is my brother, his death a year ago was inexplicable, I just want to seek justice for him. If he really committed suicide, I won't say another word, but if he was tortured and killed by someone..."

As he said this, Owen's voice suddenly turned cold: "Everyone in your Anderson family will be buried with him!"

After hearing this, Lady Anderson gritted her teeth and her face turned pale.

"Sure! Let my Anderson family be buried with him. You're quite audacious, but I doubt you have the ability!"

"You can give it a try."

Owen stood up slowly, a strong momentum exuded from him, even Lucas beside him seemed much smaller...

Lady Anderson narrowed her eyes, she surprisingly felt a hint of fear from this brat!

What's going on?

How could she be scared by a little rascal like him?

In an instant, Lady Anderson snapped out of her daze and angrily said, "I really want to give it a try! I heard today is your adoptive father's 50th birthday celebration? I wonder if he'll be happy if I present your head as a gift?"

Lady Anderson clapped her hands.

A man in his fifties, thin and weak, dressed in a gray robe, appeared silently in front of her.

Seeing the newcomer, Edward Anderson and all the direct descendants of the Anderson family were deeply shocked.

Although Lady Anderson was old, she still held the position of the family head steadily, which was closely related to this old man.

This person was elusive and incredibly powerful.

The entire Anderson family regarded him as their ancestor.

Over the years, he had done many shady things for the Anderson family, and never failed once.

It can be said that as long as he is here, the Anderson family will always be the ruler of the city!

"Mr. Samuel, I trouble you!" Lady Anderson nodded slightly to the newcomer.

"It's not a problem, still the usual price, ten million!" Mr. Fu smiled and raised a finger, as if victory was already in his grasp.

Edward Anderson took a deep breath, ten million for dealing with Owen alone?

Isn't that wasting his talent?

Lady Anderson's expression remained unchanged as she nodded gently, "Money is not a problem, as long as you twist off his head!"