“Mr Warner, don’t you think Young Master looks like Commander Gardner, the King of the West?” Another man exclaimed with surprise.
“Hmm?” Upon hearing this, both Corey and Warner were taken aback. In their minds, they simultaneously recalled the photos they had seen of Billy. In the next moment, shock appeared on their faces one after the other.
“Young Master, are you really Commander Gardner?” Corey Gentry swallowed and asked.
Chuckling, Edie quipped, “Mr Gentry, keen eyes you have!”
“Ah?!” Everyone exclaimed at once.
Corey Gentry took a sharp intake of cold air and then deeply bowed, “Lord Dragon, I extend my deepest respect and greetings to you.”
He never expected that the son of the city lord was none other than the famous Commander Gardner of the Western King!
A few months ago, when Billy brought the Nine Paths of Nation’s Luck to the Kun Lun Mountains, it greatly benefited all of them. Moreover, they had all heard about the recent events in the Polar Domain; they knew it was all thanks to Billy.
Like father, like son! Billy was as respectable as his father.
“No need for such formality, Mr Gentry!” Billy smiled.
“Lord Dragon!” the others also bowed in surprise once again.
“There’s no need for so much formality!” Billy waved his hand towards everyone.
“Now, with Lord Dragon here in the Central Part, I want to see how those families are planning to stir things up!” Warner, feeling a bit excited, remarked.
“Mr Warner, where are the descendants of the Moyer family currently located?” Billy inquired with a smile.
“Lord Dragon, you’ve just arrived in the Central Part, leave this matter to me. I’ll bring them back!” Warner spoke up.
“Thank you for your concern.” Billy responded.
“Billy, have Sol go with you!” Stephanie suggested after some thought.
“No need!” Billy shook his head. “It’s not appropriate for him to intervene; leave it to me.” Afterward, he turned to Ivy and Stout and said, “Ivy, you and Stout check on Mr Gentry and the others’ injuries, while I go see Casey and the rest.”
“Alright!” Ivy and Stout nodded in response.
“Billy, I’ll go with you guys!” Harleen spoke up.
“Harleen, you stay behind with Night Orchid and see if there’s anything you can help with on Ivy’s end,” Billy smiled.
“Okay then, be safe!” Harleen did not insist further.
Five minutes later, Billy and Casey, led by the young woman with the most recent injuries, walked outside the City Lord’s residence.
“Lord Dragon, Brent Moyer and Marcus Vaughan should be having their meal now!”
Once on the main street, a woman named Sana Holt led Billy and the group towards the east of the city. Approximately half an hour later, they arrived at the entrance of a decent restaurant located in the eastern part of the city. Just as they were about to enter the hall, more than ten young men and women emerged from inside.
“Lord Dragon, those two at the front are Brent Moyer and Marcus Vaughan!” Sana pointed to the two men at the front.
“Oh, isn’t this Miss Holt?” At the same time, the other group noticed Sana, with Brent Moyer, the leader, speaking mockingly.
“Right, isn’t Del Gentry still alive?”
“His punk-ass life is hard to perish, he’s still alive. Tell him, I won’t spare his life next time…”
“Are you Brent Moyer?” Billy interrupted him. As he spoke, he roughly probed the martial arts cultivation of the group in front of him.
The two at the forefront were quite good, with Saint-level strength at less than thirty years of age. Apart from these two, the others ranged from Sovereign realms to Half-Step Saint realms. Truly worthy descendants of the great families in the Central Part, they could easily rival the younger generation of those hidden clans back home. However, the true measure of their strength, beyond the sheer accumulation of cultivation resources, was an entirely different matter.
“Who are you?” Brent Moyer’s face darkened upon seeing the scene. “You want to die?”
“Who do you think you are?” Brent Moyer sized up Billy, his eyes scanning from head to toe. “One of Sana’s hired hands? Trying to play hero for the pretty lady?”
“Did you injure Del Gentry?” Billy calmly responded.
“Kid, are you playing dumb? Master Brent is asking you a question, can’t you hear?” Another young nobleman pointed at Billy and shouted. “Keep blabbering, and I’ll make sure you won’t even recognize your own mother!”
Bam!
Before the words could even sink in, Azure Dragon unleashed a powerful palm strike, sending the man flying. The man crashed into the door frame, tumbling to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth as he writhed in pain.
“Hmm?” Witnessing this scene, Brent Moyer’s face darkened. “You dare to provoke me, you fool?”
“Idiot! Focus on how you’ll survive today!” Azure Dragon glanced at the man.
“What’s your business with us?” Marcus Vaughan frowned at Billy and his group.
Though Skydragon City was not small, they had lived there for decades and were familiar with most people of their age. Seeing that Billy and his party were strangers to them, they knew Billy’s group were not from Skydragon City.
“I’ll give you two options,” Billy began. “Either apologize to Del Gentry and have your family redeem you at the City Lord’s Manor. Or, I’ll give you both a fair chance to challenge me. If you can withstand just one move from me, I’ll spare your lives.”
“Haha…” upon hearing Billy’s words, both men laughed aloud at the same time.
The other dozen or so people with them also stared at Billy with a mocking expression.
“Lord Dragon, they both are Saint martial artists. You alone…” Sana took a sharp breath and whispered to Billy. She had heard that Billy was very strong and stood out among his peers. But she didn’t really know Billy, nor was she aware of his exact strength. Now, hearing that he intended to face Brent Moyer and Marcus Vaughan alone, she couldn’t help but feel worried.
“It’s fine,” Billy nonchalantly replied.
“Miss Holt, did you bring this jester from some corner alley? Are you sure he’s not here for some comedy act?” Brent Moyer managed to stifle his laughter and turned to Sana.
“Let me advise you; it’s best to go and apologize to Del Gentry. Otherwise, you’ll surely regret it!” Sana took a deep breath and spoke. Looking at Billy’s calm expression, she felt inexplicably reassured.
“We apologize to that junk? What a joke!” Marcus Vaughan retorted loudly. Then, he turned to Billy, “Are you sure you want to speak up for that waste?”
“No plans for apologies? Then find a place!” Billy glanced at them.
“Master Brent, if he’s asking for it, we might as well oblige him, right?” Marcus Vaughan ignored Billy and turned to Brent Moyer.
“Alright!” Brent Moyer agreed.
A few minutes later, both parties arrived at an open space two kilometers away from the restaurant.