Lord Came Back From The Battlefield

An hour later, the Land Rover pulled up in front of an unfinished skyscraper in the center of Ozin. “Is this the Ozin Tower?” Billy asked as they got out and walked to the plaza.

It was his late foster father’s biggest wish to turn this building into Ozin’s flagship, so that whenever people thought of Ozin, they would think of the Ozin Tower. According to plans, once completed it would be a high-end shopping center with leisure activities, entertainment venues, hotels and offices all under one roof. But before it could be finished, his foster father had an accident.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Yes,” Casey replied. “Mr Miles had an accident and work on the project stopped immediately. The relevant departments in Ozin tried to find someone else to take over but due to excessive investment costs and bad luck no one dared. A year ago at your request I contacted Derek and asked him to take over this project for us. He set up World Group subsidiary here in Ozin, which has been fully constructed after a year of hard work and is now in its marketing phase.”

Billy nodded slightly. “Derek seems like a reliable person.”

Suddenly, there was screeching brakes outside on the highway followed by twenty or thirty luxury cars stopping right outside. At the front was a Rolls-Royce Phantom followed by black Mercedes-Benzes. Soon after, hundreds of black-clad men emerged from a row of Mercedes-Benz cars and dispersed in all directions. Within moments, the road was cordoned off and pedestrians in the square were being ushered away one by one. Onlookers from a hundred meters away turned to see what was happening out of curiosity.

“Who are these people?” exclaimed a stranger.

“Don’t you see the license plate on the front car? That’s the chairman’s vehicle for World Group. Ozin Tower belongs to their company.” Replied another.

“No wonder! World Group has risen unexpectedly this year and even made the Watkins family retreat into obscurity.”

Meanwhile, two men stepped out of the Rolls-Royce-an elderly man with full gray hair who looked about sixty years old and a middle-aged man who was slightly overweight with designer clothes and a Maitreya Buddha-like smile on his face.

“This fat guy always likes to put on such ostentatious displays.” Casey muttered.

“Mr Gardner!” The middle-aged man ran over to Billy within seconds upon getting out of his car. He bowed deeply before him. The elderly man nearby couldn’t help but be shocked by what he saw. As Derek Hines’s personal bodyguard, only he knew the true extent of Derek’s terrifying background. He had been following Derek for almost ten years, and he had never seen him treat anyone with such respect before.

“Do you like to show off your power? Let your people disperse.” Said Billy.

“I don’t want any idle people to disturb you, Mr Gardner!” Derek grinned and waved his hand towards the old man behind him, “Disperse!”

“Yes, Mr Hines.” The old man then instructed a black-clothed person next to him, who took out a walkie-talkie and began giving orders. In a short while, the hundred black-clad people got back on the car and the convoy roared away. Later, Derek turned to Casey and said, “Boss, long time no see, I missed you so much!”

“Get lost, I don’t have the same hobby as you!” Casey glared at him.

“Uh… Casey, you can’t ruin my reputation!” Derek then said to Billy, “Mr Gardner, this place is not officially open yet. How about getting inside for some rest?”

“Let’s go sit in the car for a while.” Billy looked up at Ozin Tower before turning around and walking towards the car.

“Mr Gardner, weren’t you always in the western region? How come you suddenly came to Ozin?” Derek asked Billy after the three got into the car.

“You’re not bad, kid. Haven’t seen you in two years, you’ve lost quite a bit of weight!” Billy didn’t respond to his words.

“Hey, isn’t that what you asked for?” Derek grinned.

“I’ve been working out a lot these past two years, and I’ve already achieved the weight loss goal you set for me.”

“Hmm, not bad. You do have some determination.” Billy said with a slight smile.

“Thank you for the compliment, Mr Gardner.” Derek replied with a smile. “Let me update you on the progress of Ozin Tower.”

“No need,” Billy shook his head. “I trust you, handle it as you see fit.”

“Thank you for your trust, Mr Gardner.” Derek paused briefly before continuing, “Do you have any new instructions?”

“Not at the moment, focus on attracting tenants and getting this building up and running as soon as possible.”

“I can assure you, I will handle it properly.” Derek replied, confident.

“Besides, I want someone to investigate the three family businesses so we can be prepared to take them over at any time.” Billy instructed after some thought.

“Do you mean we should take action against them?” Derek was taken aback.

“My father died at their hands.” Billy said in a low voice.

“They deserve to die! Please rest assured that dealing with these insects won’t be an issue.”

“If it takes some funds to acquire their businesses, do you have enough money on hand?” Billy continued, “If you don’t have enough funds, I can give you some.”

Money was just numbers to Billy; he didn’t even know how much money he had in his several supreme cards altogether. But he was clear about only one thing-any one of those cards could probably buy ten Ozin Towers.

“I’ve got enough money. Don’t worry, Mr Gardner.”

“Good!” Billy nodded slightly. “Also, have someone compile a dossier on the Knight family for me.”

“The Knight family?” Derek was momentarily confused before nodding again. “Got it!”

“Alright, go ahead and handle your business. If I need anything, I’ll have Casey give you a call.”

After chatting for another ten minutes or so, Billy waved his hand to say goodbye.

Derek got out of their car.

“Sir, who was that person? Do you really need to show such respect?” The elderly man asked as soon as Derek got back into the Rolls-Royce.

“Donald, let me ask you something. Do you think I’m already pretty awesome?”

“With your achievements today, you’re definitely among the best of your peers.”

Derek chuckled lightly and said, “Well then let me tell you something, even if my achievements were multiplied by ten or even one hundred times over, compared to him, I would still be nothing more than an insect.”

The old man couldn’t help but inhale sharply in shock and disbelief.

“Who is he?” asked he.

“King of the West, Billy Gardner!”