Humiliation.
He had never felt such humiliation before.
Who was he? The head of the Bailey clan, the father of that bastard. How could he be forced to come here today and accept the invitation sent by him as a grand gesture? As soon as he accepted it, his reputation in the capital was completely ruined.
“Speak, thank the God of War!”
Jeff Reczek’s eyes narrowed, his voice filled with anger.
An aura of strength emanated from him.
Instantly, Eric Bailey’s whole body sank as he slowly lowered himself. Robin Bailey’s mother had said that he was not allowed to kill his father and conquer the Bailey family in the capital, but she didn’t say he couldn’t oppress this so-called father.
In the end, Eric Bailey had no choice but to extend his hands and accept the invitation.
“Thank you, God of War.”
Eric Bailey’s face turned red with suppressed anger.
He had never been so ashamed in his life.
“Hmph.”
Finally, Jeff Reczek glanced at him coldly before turning around and leaving with his troops.
Eric Bailey stood at the doorstep, his face grim.
As the troops left, he could almost hear the mocking laughter from the surroundings, mocking him for having a God of War son. He had once soared to great heights in the capital, unparalleled by anyone, but now he was constantly bullied by this God of War son.
But there was nothing he could do about it.
Who made this guy such a despicable person?
“Let’s go.”
Elsa Brighton pulled Eric Bailey and hurried inside.
Once inside, Eric Bailey originally wanted to throw the invitation on the ground in anger, but he suddenly stopped, looked outside suspiciously, and suspected that there might still be someone out there.
If he really threw it away, those people might rush in.
And label him as “disrespectful to the God of War.”
Then he would be trapped.
Therefore, in the end, Eric Bailey not only didn’t throw it away, but carefully placed it on the table for Elsa Brighton to see. She furrowed her brows and said, “You’re not throwing it away yet? What are you waiting for? Do you still want to attend your God of War son’s wedding?”
“I’m afraid of exposing my vulnerability.”
Eric Bailey forced a bitter smile. “Also, how can I dare to go? If I go and he can’t control himself and really kills me, where can I seek justice? Now I can only do this, I dare not leave the capital.”
He was also a prominent figure in the capital.
However, ever since Robin Bailey became famous, he didn’t dare to leave the capital.
Although he knew that his ex-wife had instructed Robin Bailey not to seek revenge on him, saying it was one thing, but if he couldn’t control himself, and if he died, no one would dare to come after Robin Bailey, the troublesome God of War.
So, he could only hide in the capital.
After all, it was the capital. He couldn’t be so presumptuous.
“I said it before, cut the grass and remove the roots. You insisted that he was just a beggar, incapable of causing any trouble, and let him live as a beggar for the rest of his life. That’s more painful than death.”
Elsa Brighton scratched her head. “But now, this kid has become a God of War. What does that mean? No, you and I need to figure out a way, find a way to kill him.”
She wanted to kill Robin Bailey.
A wealthy young lady like her had been humiliated to such an extent.
“I didn’t expect this.”
Eric Bailey forced a bitter smile. He really didn’t expect it.
His original intention was to let Robin Bailey live, but as a lifelong beggar. He gave him a chance at survival because Robin Bailey was his son, but he wasn’t wrong when he said that living as a beggar for a lifetime is more painful than death.
And then, who could have imagined?
A roc soaring in a day, rising straight up ninety thousand li.
He had forcefully transformed from a beggar to the number one God of War in the country of Kisia.
Unrivaled in power, with extraordinary abilities.
If he had known it would turn out like this, he would never have let Robin Bailey go.
“Enough with the nonsense. Tell me, where will this Robin Bailey appear alone?”
Elsa Brighton’s face darkened.
“His mother’s death anniversary is coming up in a few days.”
Eric Bailey thought for a moment and said, “But you forget, he is Kisia’s first war god, unmatched in combat prowess. Even if we find someone, someone from your family, they won’t be able to take him down. He has truly become a force to be reckoned with.”
These words made Elsa Brighton’s face turn pale. She had been thinking the same thing. Sending someone to ambush Robin Bailey was the solution. As long as they killed Robin Bailey, everything would be fine. But they couldn’t do it. His family was powerful and had a long-standing legacy, that’s true. However, the Harding family was the same, and just recently, news came back that Robin Bailey had wiped out most of the Harding family. The remaining members were scattered like rats, hiding and no longer daring to show themselves in public. What could they do now?
Elsa Brighton finally sat down on the couch, wearing a troubled expression. She was also a lady from a prominent family, possessing grace, intelligence, and deceitfulness. But now, she was helpless. The war god represented invincibility.
“No way… go to the central building. Those people have always supported that brat. Besides, this incident hasn’t caused any major problems. Sending an invitation won’t disturb anyone or cause casualties,” said Eric Bailey, a touch of helplessness evident on his face. There was truly no way out now. They could only survive and hope that Robin Bailey would honor his mother’s dying wish and spare Eric’s life.
Meanwhile, in the central building, on the upper floors, two elderly men watched the scene unfold. One was Mr. Levis, and the other was Mr. Collins. The third man, Mr. Berger, Robin Bailey’s teacher, was currently in Changshan City mourning his younger brother.
“This little lunatic has caused quite a commotion. It won’t be long before a bunch of people come to complain. It’ll probably be the same as last time, talking about imposing some ban, not allowing the madman into the capital,” Mr. Collins said, holding a thermos cup and smiling.
“This time, the madman has gone too far,” Mr. Levis furrowed his brow.
“Gone too far? Compared to Mr. Berger, the madman is much more moderate. As for those who want to impose a ban and prevent the war god from entering the capital, it’s all nonsense. Who do they think they are? Do they think it’s still the era of noble families and clans? The world has changed,” Mr. Collins cursed.
Mr. Levis was taken aback. “Mr. Collins, why are you so explosive, using foul language like Mr. Berger? That’s not like you.”
“I’m learning from him,” Mr. Collins chuckled, touching the thermos cup. “Usually, I think that guy, Mr. Berger, never says anything positive, but now that he’s been gone for a few days, I find myself missing him a bit. Although my words may be a bit harsh, the sentiment remains. As for bans, they can forget about it.”
“Complaints won’t work either. The madman’s actions are within reasonable limits. Sending an invitation is nothing to make a fuss about. As for their complaints, we’ll pretend we didn’t see them,” Mr. Collins continued.
“If Mr. Berger were here, he might have started a fight with them on the spot. He treated Robin Bailey like his own son. That guy is fiercely protective,” Mr. Collins sighed.
“Fiercely protective, aren’t you the same?” Mr. Levis smiled.
If you weren’t protective, you wouldn’t have defended Robin Bailey time and time again in this matter.
“I’m different. The stronger the war god is on the national stage, the more advantageous it is for us. Of course, there’s also some personal interest involved. Mr. Berger influenced me,” Mr. Collins said, taking a sip of hot water from his thermos cup.
“Perhaps,” Mr. Levis didn’t say anything. Like him, all three of them strongly supported Robin Bailey. When they had investigated Robin Bailey’s background and learned about his relentless efforts, they had genuinely grown fond of this hardworking young man.