harleyscars Chapter 122: Godfather will give you a red envelope!
Chapter 122: Godfather will give you a red envelope!
Chapter 123: Godfather will give you a red envelope!
The streetlights were dimmer than before, and the sun was beginning to set.
Lockes walked briskly along the main street toward the town center.
The closer he got to the center, the denser the buildings became on both sides of the street, and the more people there were. Some residents recognized him and nodded in greeting from a distance, but no one came up to talk to him.
Locke had no time to deal with these people; he just wanted to get to the new building as soon as possible and confirm that his guess was wrong.
Turning a corner, the open space in the town center came into view. In the southeast corner stood a brand-new two-story building. The building was still in the Western style, but the carvings on the eaves were more intricate, the porch was wider, and the windows were larger.
This building is a completely different world from the surrounding simple houses.
Lockes' gaze swept across the building's entrance, where two guards stood, dressed in leather armor and carrying long swords at their waists. The guards were well-equipped, and their leather armor bore the royal coat of arms.
His heart was racing.
The royal guards of the Valley of the Gods number less than twenty and are usually only responsible for guarding the royal residence; they are not sent to guard outsiders.
Unless this outsider offers the royal family an irresistible benefit.
Lockes took a deep breath and walked toward the building.
He was prepared to force his way in; if the guards tried to stop him, he would attack them directly. With his strength, two guards wouldn't be able to stop him at all.
But to his surprise, when he approached the building, the two guards not only did not stop him, but also nodded to him at the same time.
One of them even stepped aside to make way for the doorway and gestured for us to come in.
The guards recognized him.
Locke paused, his face darkening completely. He strode to the door and kicked open the heavy wooden door.
A private banquet was being held in the luxurious hall inside the door. Only two people were present: his already drunken father, and the other—
He sported a dazzling head of blond hair!
in!
At a glance.
Just one glance.
With just one glance, Rocks instantly turned red-hot and bristled!
Armament Haki, Observation Haki, and Conqueror's Haki—the three types of Haki can be unleashed instantly!
Like a bolt of black lightning, Rocks charged straight at that damned blond guy in the main seat!
Although Rocks' body had not yet fully recovered, his furious outburst was probably three times more terrifying than Roger's divine evasion.
But Oro remained relaxed, showing no sign of panic.
Gods avoid? Ha, even if gods avoid, I won't.
Oro let the enraged Rocks grab him by the collar, and simply used the gold to poke the already drunken old man Rocks.
Old Man Lox, who was drunk, suddenly jolted awake, his body trembled, and he groggily raised his head.
He shook his head, straining to focus his eyes. The first thing he saw was the wine jug on the table, and he instinctively reached for it, muttering, "Another one—Brother Oro, let's drink some more—"
Then his gaze shifted to the side and he saw his son.
Rocks was holding Oro by the collar, his arm muscles taut, veins bulging, his face contorted with rage.
His Conqueror's Haki continued to be released, and the pressure in the hall grew heavier and heavier.
Old Man Rocks blinked, taking three seconds to understand the situation.
Then he spoke, his voice slurred from drunkenness: "Lox! Be polite! Don't treat your Uncle Oro like that!"
The oppressive aura of anger that filled the entire hall froze for a moment.
Lox could feel his temples throbbing, blood rushing to his head, and his eardrums bulging.
He stared at his father and said, word by word, "You old bastard, what did you call this bastard?!"
"Your Uncle Oro!"
Old Man Rocks was perfectly justified. He even stood up, staggered over to Rocks, and patted his son on the shoulder: "Auro is my brother, so isn't he your uncle?"
"Let go right now, what kind of behavior is this!"
"Don't let your Uncle Oro misunderstand that our David family lacks manners!"
Lox's teeth were grinding together as he turned and stared intently at Oro, whom he was holding in his hand.
Oro finally made a move.
He raised his right hand, brought the glass to his lips, and slowly took a sip.
Then those hateful, loathsome golden eyes met Rocks's pupils, which were practically spitting fire.
"Did you hear what your father said?"
Oro's tone was like that of a forgiving elder who had been unintentionally offended by a junior and was now gently correcting the junior's mistake: "Be polite~"
Just thinking about what he was about to say made Oro unable to contain himself; a smile involuntarily crept onto his face: "Good boy, god-son!"
His barely suppressed smile was arrogant: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, your godfather will give you a red envelope."
Now, it wasn't just the oppressive aura that froze; everything in the hall seemed to freeze.
Rocks was trembling.
His hand holding the blond-haired man was trembling, his pupils were trembling, and even his soul was trembling uncontrollably.
The trembling wasn't due to exhaustion, but rather the extreme anger that was impacting his control.
He stared at Oro's face, at the undisguised provocation and mockery in those golden eyes.
He wanted to punch it, to smash that face to pieces, to use his domineering aura to blast the entire building into dust.
But his reason told him that this was the Valley of the Gods, his homeland.
And his father's hand was still on his shoulder; the old bastard was drunk, his eyes filled with genuine confusion and resentment: "Lox, let go!"
His father patted him again: "Auro is a benefactor to our family, how can you be so insensible!"
benefactor?
Rocks barely managed to grasp the word, and his anger subsided for a moment, but he did not loosen his grip.
Oro was still being held by the collar, but he was as relaxed as if he were sitting on his own sofa.
He even used his free left hand to straighten his wrinkled collar, the movements slow and deliberate.
"Don't be angry, bro."
Oro said to Old Man Rox, his eyes fixed on Rox, "Young people are bound to be hot-tempered. I was about the same when I was his age."
"Look how generous your godfather is!"
The old man yelled at Rocks, "You come back and go crazy! What kind of nonsense is this?!"
Lox took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
Then it was repeated two or three more times.
Finally, he let go.
Auro landed firmly and straightened his shirt and coat.
There were wrinkles on his collar, but he didn't care. He simply picked up the wine jug on the table, poured a glass for Old Man Rocks, and then poured one for himself.
"sit."
Oro pointed to another chair at the table and said to Locke, "Now that you're back, let's have a drink together and have a good chat, you and I."
I'll chat with you, M!
Lockes didn't move. He forced his reason back to its original level, his eyes scanning back and forth between the blond bastard and his father, his brain working at lightning speed.
That damn blond guy showed up in God Valley, living in this newly built building, and even has royal guards at the door—
All of this indicates that Oro has been operating here for some time and has gained the approval of the royal family.
This cannot be done in a day or two.
So this guy already knew the location of God Valley and had already begun infiltration.
After wandering around for several years, Rocks returned home dejected, only to find that his last haven had been transformed into a place shrouded in yellow hair.
Ha ha.
Satire.
That's so damn ironic!
"What the hell have you done?!"
Lox's voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth.
Oro swirled the liquid in his glass: "Nothing much, just here to do some business and make some friends."
"God Valley is a good place, both the people and the wine."
"Isn't he/she your godson?"
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