Chapter 556 - Expert Of The Association

"What did you say?!" Gaston was the first to doubt him. "I bet these are just excuses you came up with to cover up for your mistakes and incompetence!"

Preston said coldly, "Of course I'm not making up excuses! If I had only mentioned Lucas Gray, you would probably have still thought that he was just an incompetent live-in son-in-law of the Carters. But all of you should have heard of Stanley Ray, right? He was the best expert of the Brookes in LA, and he had never lost a single fight before. He even helped the Brookes take out countless enemies, both openly and secretly. It can be said that without Stanley Ray, the Brookes wouldn't have made it that far! Even many top families in San Francisco have extended an olive branch to him.

"Yet such a powerful man actually appeared beside Lucas Gray after the overnight destruction of the Brookes. The massive businesses left behind by the Brookes have also been integrated to form the incredible Solar Corporation. And the general manager of the Solar Corporation is Flynn Davis, the former general manager of the Stardust Corporation's Orange County branch!

"And I'm sure you've all heard of the news that caused an uproar on the internet today. It turns out that Lucas Gray is actually the person in charge of the Stardust Corporation's Orange County branch! Do you still need me to tell you in detail what all this information means when you connect them together?"

Upon hearing this, the Taylors looked even more astounded.

They had indeed heard of most of this information, such as the general manager of the Stardust Corporation's Orange County branch suddenly becoming the general manager of the Solar Corporation in LA. They had also heard the shocking news that Lucas was actually the person in charge of the Solar Corporation's Orange County branch.

When they heard these pieces of news, they were all shocked and in disbelief. But after Preston connected the dots for them, they finally discovered the shocking truth.

Lucas, whom they thought was nothing more than a small fry, actually had such a terrifying influence!

"So…" Preston turned to face his father, Frederick, and once again firmly suggested, "I think Lucas Gray is an extremely dangerous person, and if we're a little careless, the Taylors will also face the risk of destruction! So, send a message immediately and ask the Peerless Martial Association for help!"

"…" Frederick pondered about it quietly for a long time before finally making up his mind. "Okay, let's go to the Peerless Martial Association immediately to ask for help!"

"Yes!" Preston was overjoyed and secretly relieved, feeling as if a huge boulder had been lifted off his chest.

As long as they had the help of the Peerless Martial Association, Lucas would never be able to escape again!

Besides, the Ocean Bathhouse, which he had accidentally lost, would be back in his hands, and he would be even closer to the position of the head of the family, which he had always wanted!

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San Francisco was a seven-hour drive away from Orange County.

Lucas drove his black Jaguar all the way back to the border of Orange County and then drove directly toward the Taylors'.

Soon, the black Jaguar stopped at the entrance of the Taylor manor.

He stepped out of the car and looked at the plaque with the words 'Taylor Family' written on it, his eyes displaying an astonishing imposing manner.

In the living room of the Taylors' main residence…

At this moment, a powerhouse of the Peerless Martial Association had already arrived, and he was enjoying the admiration and praise of the crowd alongside Frederick, Gaston, and Preston.

It was a man in his fifties, wearing a black suit and looking rather gaunt. But his eyes were bright, and his skinny hands were particularly conspicuous. They could tell at a glance that he was definitely a true expert with rich combat experience.

He was Jude York, an expert of the Peerless Martial Association.

At this moment, one of the Taylors' servants hurried in and reported, "Mr. Taylor, bad news! Lucas Gray has already arrived and is fighting the bodyguards at the door!"

Frederick immediately stood up and bellowed, "How many people has he brought with him?"

The flustered servant froze for a moment before answering, "He… he's alone!"

"Where's Stanley Ray? Didn't he come with him?" Frederick asked.

"I didn't see anyone else. Lucas Gray barged in alone!" the servant answered truthfully.

Frederick looked at Jude, who was sitting at the side, and said respectfully, "Mr. York, I'll have to trouble you then!"

Jude suddenly burst into laughter. "The Taylors are really becoming more and more useless! You can't even deal with a punk, and you want me to help you with such a trivial matter. How boring!"

The faces of Frederick, Preston, and Gaston suddenly stiffened.

To them, the comment 'useless' was a slap on their faces!

In fact, they invited Jude over not because they were afraid of Lucas but because they were afraid of Stanley, who had a terrifying reputation.

But they hadn't expected Lucas to come without Stanley.

However, Jude was from the Peerless Martial Association. And regardless of how harsh his words were, the Taylors didn't dare to refute at all!

Still, in the end, Jude stood up and said lazily, "But since I'm already here, I'll go out and take a look at how arrogant and conceited he is!"

Then he walked straight out.

...

At the entrance of the Taylor manor, there was a one-sided battle taking place.

Lucas effortlessly knocked down all the bodyguards who dared to attack him. He was sharp, resolute, and ruthless as he broke their arms or legs. So all of a sudden, the Taylors' bodyguards were terrified of him and only dared to surround him from afar. No one dared to go forward to block him.

Lucas's expression didn't change in the slightest as he leisurely stepped onto the bodies of the wailing bodyguards, making his way to the main villa of the manor.

"Oh, are you that punk Lucas Gray that Frederick mentioned? You seem decent!" Jude suddenly remarked while looking at Lucas with a hint of interest in his eyes.

Lucas raised his eyebrows slightly.

Seems like this thin middle-aged man is a significant figure since he called Frederick Taylor by his name in his territory.

"Who are you?" Lucas asked.

Jude's face darkened a little.

As an expert of the Peerless Martial Association, even the helmsman of the Taylor family had to speak to him respectfully. Yet this greenhorn in front of him actually dared to question him in such a rude manner.

"Punk, hasn't anyone taught you to be polite when talking to your elders?" Jude chastised coldly.

Lucas sneered in disdain. "Who do you think you are? Throwing your weight around in front of me just because you're old, huh? You'd better save those words for your unfilial children and grandchildren!"

"Punk, you're courting death!" Jude flew into a rage!

He stomped his foot, and his aura suddenly exploded, causing the green stone ground beneath his feet to crack into web-like cracks.

"Don't be arrogant! I'll discipline you right now!"

Before Jude even finished speaking, he was already charging at Lucas like an arrow leaving a bow!