As Levi gazed at Tyrone in an attempt to size him up, the older man was doing the same with him.
Levi saw immediately that his father was a once-in-a-generation type of warrior.
He was subdued and detached, and an untouchable vibe radiated from his very body.
However, his movements also spoke of someone who was ill-tempered and capricious.
To kill one is a sin, but to kill ten thousand is a heroic feat.
That sentence described Tyrone exactly.
His very face lent him a look of arrogance and self-assurance that made him stand out from the crowd. He had the vibe of someone who was used to standing in the limelight at the applause of everyone.
After all, he was the future patriarch of the most prestigious ancient family in Erudia.
He had been bred for this very purpose.
Tyrone was a good fighter—there was no doubt about that.
Before this, Levi had instructed Phoenix to conduct a thorough investigation into Tyrone’s background.
Levi did not do so early on because he was afraid that the people in Oakland City might catch on; that would have caused him a great deal of trouble.
However, his relationship with Tyrone had been one of the hottest topics in the city of late. Practically everyone already knew about it.
Given that development, if Levi wanted to look up Tyrone in his own capacity, no one would question it.
Tyrone was a cruel tyrant who had no qualms about doing whatever that was needed to get to the top.
He was willing to abandon everything that stood in his way.
Levi had taken a look at Tyrone’s bloody and criminal history.
Indeed, Tyrone was someone who set his sights on big goals.
In the process of investigating him, Levi had discovered Tyrone’s biggest secret—he had paralyzed his own brother in order to become his father’s successor.
In order to ensure the prosperity of their clan, the Garrisons of Oakland City had established an ironclad rule.
It was also the most important one in their book of rules: kill not your own brethren. Those who violated it would be the harshest of punishment.
This rule had been established so that the Garrison clan would unite with each other rather than being divided by petty fights and jealousy.
Hence, the Garrison clan was renowned for their unity, which had seen them through over a thousand years. There had never been an instance of family members killing each other…until now.
This was also why the Garrison clan was so powerful.
However, Tyrone had violated this sacred rule in order to pursue his own selfish interests.
He had very extreme beliefs. To him, love, family ties, and friendships weren’t important.
What was important, however, was the benefits he could reap.
One look at his father was enough for Levi to see him for who he was.
To Tyrone, however, Levi was just an arrogant and reckless troublemaker.
Tyrone had seen his share of this sort of youngsters.
A little taste of achievement was enough to send them into a downward spiral of haughtiness.
In the end, however, their wild ways would be tamed by the harsh reality.
There was nothing wrong with being arrogant, of course, but if one overdid it, the consequences would be extremely dire.
From his observation of Levi, Tyrone could tell that this b*stard son of his wouldn’t last very long in the real world.
Compared to Damien, he was nothing but a small fry.
Damien was every bit as arrogant as Levi was, but at least he had talent and ability.
With the two most powerful ancient families in Erudia backing his every move, Damien’s power was simply unimaginable!
Although the blood of the Garrisons flowed through Levi’s veins as well, he wasn’t suited to be Tyrone’s son at all.
Tyrone would never acknowledge him as one of his own.
If Levi really wanted to become a member of the Garrisons, he had to first prove himself.
Otherwise, in no way would they accept him.
“Did you bring my mother along?” Levi asked.
“Don’t worry, she’s fine. She’s very safe as well—I can give her a video call if you don’t believe me,” Tyrone replied.
Levi asked again, “Alright, then, what are you here for?”
Suddenly, Tyrone smiled and said, “I’m here for a very simple reason—I’m here to meet you. I wanted to see for myself how reckless and foolish the son of Emma Jones is. As expected, my men weren’t exaggerating at all when they described you. You seem to be even more arrogant than I thought.”
Levi grinned. “You aren’t just here to see how reckless and foolish I am, are you? Why don’t you tell me what you’re really here for? Stop beating around the bush.”
Levi refused to believe that heap of rubbish Tyrone was feeding him.
As if!
Tyrone has come here so secretly. Evidently, he doesn’t want anyone to know he is in North Hampton.
