Chapter 1244 No Match
“It’s no problem at all. Just don’t forget the promise you made. I had a great dream last night, you know?” Angelo grinned devilishly.
“I won’t.” With that, Cecilia brought the others out of the palace, and Angelo followed them.
When it was almost noon, Peyton could be seen arriving at the entrance of Crimson Palace with several men.
The people who came with him were Martial Arts Grandmasters, while Peyton himself was a Semi Martial Arts Marquis.
The people of Crimson Palace were basically no match for them.
“Lady Jingle, have you made up your mind? As long as everyone in Crimson Palace acknowledges me as your leader, I promise everyone here will live great lives,” Peyton said, gazing at Cecilia lecherously.
“Hmph. You shameless animal! I’ll never yield to you!” Cecilia raged.
Peyton’s expression turned cold, his gaze narrowed, and his body exuded a murderous aura. “Don’t be so shameless. If I really attack, I’ll bring all the disciples of Crimson Palace to Divine Beast Sect and let them enjoy—”
“We’ll never yield, even if we die. Don’t you dare think you can act however you like just because you have Divine Beast Sect backing you. Tell you what? I’ve found someone to help us deal with you. Mr. Calderon, please come out!” Cecilia shouted.
Right then, Angelo marched out and glared at Peyton coldly. “I’d like to see if your men still dare to attack Crimson Palace.”
Peyton stared at Angelo, frowning. “Who on earth are you?”
Peyton did not know who Angelo was. However, the former felt a little uncertain when he saw Angelo did not fear him and spoke those words with confidence.
After all, those who dared to speak to Peyton that way would surely have powerful people backing them.
“Haha! Who am I? Well, let me tell you this. I’m someone even Divine Beast Sect has to show their respect. So, who the hell are you? I’d advise you to get lost right away. Don’t make me angry, or none of you will be able to leave this place today,” Angelo warned arrogantly.
Angelo’s words gave Peyton a shock. At first, the latter wanted to bring up Divine Beast Sect to threaten Angelo. Never did Peyton expect Angelo was someone even Divine Beast Sect had to respect.
Suddenly, Peyton dismissed his murderous aura and put on a subtle smile. “Please forgive me for not recognizing who you are. I really don’t know which family you’re from. Besides, I hope we can be friends in the future.”
Peyton quickly took out a cigarette and offered it to Angelo with great respect.
Seeing that, Cecilia secretly sighed with relief. If Peyton’s so afraid, Crimson Palace will surely be fine.
However, the idea of having to sleep with Angelo that night disgusted her.
Meanwhile, Angelo took the cigarette, placed it in his mouth, and waited for Peyton to light it up for him.
At the same time, Peyton hurriedly lit up his lighter and was about to light the cigarette up when Angelo said, “Let me tell you. My father is Horace Calderon. He works in Yorksland’s Department of Justice—”
Before Angelo could finish his sentence, Peyton stiffened, and the fire on his lighter went off.
Immediately after that, with a furious expression, Peyton gave Angelo a tight slap that almost sent the latter’s cigarette flying out of his mouth.
Angelo roared, “Peyton, how dare you—”
Before Angelo could finish his sentence, Peyton kicked him in the stomach, causing the former to fly out like a kite with broken strings. Finally, Angelo landed heavily on the ground.
The man spat out a mouthful of blood, looking utterly terrible.
Right then, Cecilia was puzzled. Why is Angelo so weak?
Peyton stomped toward Angelo and gave him another hard kick. “So, your dad’s Horace, huh? Pfft. You almost scared me to death. What the heck, man? Your dad’s just a general in the Department of Justice. What’s there to show off?”
Payton was so frustrated that he gave Angelo a few more kicks.
