Chapter 32: A fight for Survival

Chapter 32 - A fight for Survival "What?" Mrs. Luna's face changed drastically, her fingertips gradually whitening as she gripped the phone. "You said the Luther Family took Roman away?" The Luther Family?! At the mention of these two words, Mr. Luna's eyes narrowed, and he immediately tensed up. He swiftly took the phone from Madam Luna's hand and spoke in a severe tone. "Which Luther Family? What happened this afternoon? Explain it to me clearly!" As the head of the Luna Family, Mr. Luna's intimidating demeanor made Clara tremble on the other end of the phone. She didn't dare to hide anything and relayed everything that had happened in the afternoon. Catching onto the situation, Mr. Luna's expression turned so dark it was as if it could drip water. "Since it was Mrs. Luther involved, why didn't you tell Roman in the first place?" It was known that Mrs. Luther was Clara's cousin. It was precisely because of this relationship that he had allowed his son to associate with Clara. To his surprise, this woman had feigned ignorance when Roman offended the Luther Family. "I was knocked unconscious at that time," With a trembling voice, Clara spoke the excuse she'd thought up. "When I woke up, both sides had already started fighting, and Roman completely ignored my words." "You'd better pray that reality matches your words, or my Luna Family will never let you go!" Mr. Luna decisively hung up the phone amidst Clara's tremulous response. "Mr. Luther, Sinclair is a ruthless and brutal madman. If Roman has offended him, he definitely won't let it slide," Mrs. Luna stumbled and fell into the sofa, her face full of tears. "We must find a way to rescue him as soon as possible!!" "I will go to Luther's mansion myself, and apologize to Sinclair," Mr..Luna picked up his suit nearby, his eyes full of urgency. "I hope he can show us some mercy and use the method of small punishments as a warning, and let Roman go." "I will accompany you," Mrs. Luna, struggling to stand up, suddenly thought of something, speaking through gritted teeth. "Also involve the Sanchez family. Let the people from the Sanchez family go together." With Augustine's, who is Mrs. Luther's uncle, maybe they can persuade him. Mr. Luna gave a slight nod with a cold expression. "Fine." -- At this time, in S City. "What did you say," The man's eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, were filled with gloom. "Not only did you fail, but even the people we sent out were captured by the Luther Family?" A chilling aura, like one falling into an ice-cellar, radiated from him. "...Yes." The middle-aged man lowered his head, not daring to meet the man's gaze. "But rest assured, the ones responsible for liaising with them, we've already dealt with them. No matter how much Sinclair investigates, he won't find any leads back to us." "Well? You seem quite proud of being pressed into this state by Sinclair?" The man with the gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were filled with smoldering anger. "You're a failure who can't do anything right!" Before his words fell, a pot of boiling tea was smashed onto the middle-aged man's forehead. As the porcelain shards shattered, fresh blood seeped from his forehead. The middle-aged man, feeling the pain, didn't dare make any other moves and stood trembling on the spot. The dimly lit room fell into absolute silence. "After this event, the Luther Family will certainly increase their protection of Camilla. We will find it difficult to seize opportunities to strike in the near future," After a long while, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses finally spoke. "We'll need to come up with other plans." He narrowed his eyes, rotating the beads in his hand; a storm brewing under his gaze. "You just mentioned that the person taken by the Luther Family, was from the Luna Family?" Luther Mansion. Inside a dim and damp basement. A man stands against the light, his handsome brows and eyes hidden in shadows. "So you want my wife to accompany you for a night, huh?" His voice, faint and chilly, sends a chill down Romans spine. "President Luther... I really didn't know she was your wife," Roman shook his head hysterically, his voice trembled. "I had been blind and ignorant, it's all my fault," His face was full of pleas, his previous arrogance had long gone. "Please let me go, show mercy on me... I promise I will never talk recklessly again... Please!" Regret gnawed at Roman's conscience so hard that he almost wanted to vomit blood. He didn't expect that the person he offended today would be this big shot who was absolutely not to be slighted. "Spare you?" Sinclair laughed lightly, while the gloom in his eyes was daunting. "Sure." Sinclair was surprisingly easygoing?! Roman was overjoyed and kept bowing his head. "Thank you, Boss Luther thank you, Boss Luther..." "However," Sinclair interrupted Roman, his low voice laced with a hint of morbidity, "There's a condition: you have to defeat me." "Defeat, defeat you?" Roman was taken aback, incredulously looking at Sinclair. He had long heard that Sinclair was no ordinary person. "If you and them are willing to take me on together," Sinclair's narrowed eyes dismissively glanced at Lukas and others, the corner of his mouth hooking slightly, his eyes shadowed and obscure. "As long as you defeat me, I will let you go." If it was just him alone, Roman would never dare to agree. But, if it involved Lukas and his twenty or-so henchmen, he suddenly felt confident. "Real... really? What if you change your mind in the end?" "Roman," Sinclair's pupils slightly deepened. "Accept it or die," The husky voice was infused with chilling murderous intent. "You have no right to negotiate terms with me." "....Alright, I accept this opportunity." Roman pursed his lips firmly, nodding after a moment. "I hope you will keep your word, President Luther." Even with his great martial skill, Sinclair would not be able to withstand an attack from twenty-plus men alone. He was, after all, only human. Ramsey remained composed. However, a hint of mockery flickered in his eyes as he glanced at Roman. Nothing more than a pawn for President Luther to expend his energy, yet he dares to have grand expectations. Fool! In a smooth and unhurried manner, Sinclair rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie. Ordinary movements, yet, when performed by him, oddly captivating. "Release them." "Yes!" Immediately, over twenty hired soldiers stepped forward and set Roman, Lukas and all the other members of the Luna Family free. "Begin." Sinclair's thin lips lightly parted, his tall figure emanating an indescribable sense of nobility and elegance. Roman gave a signal with his eyes. A group of well-trained men immediately surrounded Sinclair. "Attack!!" At Roman's shout, they charged in unison. Ramsey led his soldiers towards the direction of the gate, retreating in fear of being involved. Outside the Luther mansion. The Luna couples and Augustin stood anxiously at the gate. "Please let us in," Mr. Luna suppressed his inner anxiety, speaking in a gentle voice. "We really have urgent business with Mr. Luther." Looking at his attitude, Mr. and Mrs. Augustine exchanged shocked glances. Mr. Luther, the patriarch of the Luna Family, is a well-known figure in the entire capital city. The number of people who want to curry favor or seek favor from him is too numerous to count. Now, he has to be polite and courteous to a mere doorman of the Luther Family? It seems that the Luther Family's status is much higher than they had imagined. "Sorry," The mercenary at the door remained expressionless. "Without Mr. Luther and the master's permission, no one is allowed inside."