Lord Came Back From The Battlefield

“Got it!” Casey nodded before suddenly remembering something.

“Oh, by the way, brother, I got the results from that thing you asked me to look into last time. Five years ago, it was the Dawson family that took care of your foster family’s affairs and arranged for their burial plot.”

“Are you sure?” Billy’s eyes lit up.

After the Miles family incident five years ago, Harleen saved him and then he was taken away by an old man. Billy had no power to take care of his foster family’s affairs. He thought no one would dare to interfere with their matters and at most it would be handled simply by police department officials. But not long ago, he learned from Judge that someone had come forward to take care of the Miles family’s affairs back then. He asked Judge to investigate who did it but there was never any result. Those who came forward seemed to have left Ozin already. He never expected that it was done by the Dawson family. The Dawson family was a second-tier clan in Ozin. Before anything happened with the Miles family, they had a good relationship with them and many industries under Dawson were cooperating with Miles’. Therefore, Billy always had a good impression of people from the Dawson family, especially their patriarch who spent thirty years in a military camp when he was young, full of righteousness and iron willpower. Perhaps this was why he could stand up for the Miles family during those turbulent times.

Casey nodded his head and continued, “And precisely because of this reason, the Dawson family has been having a hard time these past few years.”

“The Jimenezs and Malcoms have joined forces against them, now even third-tier clans are ranked higher than them.”

“The Watkins family didn’t participate?” asked Billy.

“On the surface, it appears that the Watkins family didn’t get involved in the Dawson family’s affairs. I think they didn’t see much value in Dawson’s assets and left it to the other two families. Moreover, I heard that Mr Dawson was severely injured by people arranged by the Jimenez and Malcolm families. He not only lost all his cultivation but also became disabled.”

Upon hearing this, a cold fury erupted from Billy as he focused his gaze.

“Let’s go to the Dawson family!” Billy ordered after a brief pause.

“Got it!” Casey stepped on the gas pedal.

The Dawson family estate was located near a park in the east of the City and occupied an area not too big. Five years ago, the Dawson family estate was bustling with activity. But now five years later, there wasn’t even a soul around. Before things went south for them, Dawson Group had an annual output value of at least billions of dollars with considerable profits as well. If they continued at that pace for just another few years or so, they would have been among Ozin’s top-tiered families. However, since their downfall began, the Jimenez and Malcom families joined forces to suppress them while simultaneously warning everyone else against working with Dawson Group or facing consequences, which led to the overnight termination of all business relationships with Dawson Group, causing paralysis within their organization. Taking advantage of this situation both two powerful families started dividing up the Dawson Family’s assets, including many subsidiaries which were acquired at rock-bottom prices forcing them into submission. Over a few years, Dawson Group’s output value dropped to less than five billion and they borrowed five billion from banks, putting them on the brink of bankruptcy.

Currently, the only high-quality asset under the Dawson family was their mansion and a tea house downtown.

“Grandpa, it’s such a nice day today. Let me wheel you out to soak up some sun in the yard.” a young woman’s voice rang out.

A woman in her twenties pushed an old man in a wheelchair out of a villa. The old man had grey hair and was none other than Bartholomew Dawson with his granddaughter Laura Dawson by his side.

“Sure!” Bartholomew laughed heartily despite being disabled from both legs. Although he was physically challenged, he still seemed lively and energetic.

“Grandpa, what did that specialist say about your health after examining you yesterday? Can he treat you?” Laura asked as they arrived at Mansion.

“It’s too late now. There’s nothing he can do.” Bartholomew replied with an almost imperceptible hint of sadness flashing across his eyes.

“So even he couldn’t help?” Laura looked disappointed and let out a sigh inwardly.

“Don’t worry about me, Laura. Grandpa has gotten used to this over these past few years.” He smiled reassuringly at his granddaughter before adding, “Reading books and soaking up the sun every day isn’t so bad.”

“Do you regret anything, Grandpa?” Laura suddenly asked him one question that caught him off guard.

“What do I have to regret?”

“If we hadn’t intervened with the Miles family’s affairs 5 years ago, then all these things wouldn’t have happened later on. Your health wouldn’t have been affected either.”

“Laura, you must remember!” he said with a meaningful tone. “The most important thing in life is to have peace of mind. No matter what difficulties you encounter, you must follow your heart and obey your intentions. Perhaps to outsiders, what I did years ago was extremely foolish. The Miles family was gone, and I even sacrificed the future of the Dawson family for it. But let me tell you if I hadn’t done that 5 years ago, my life would have been even more miserable! Because I couldn’t pass my test! But now, I live peacefully and steadily. That’s enough, isn’t it?”

“Hmm!” Laura nodded as if she understood.

“In addition, you must believe that everything has a cause and effect. Good and evil will eventually be repaid!”

“Now I get it.” Laura nodded again.

At this moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps could be heard. A fierce-looking bald man with a strong build led thirty tattooed men into the Mansion.

“You bastards again! What do you want?” Laura shouted when she saw them.

“Don’t be nervous, little girl, I won’t eat you!” The bald man named Jon Rice scanned Laura’s figure and licked his lips. Then he looked at Bartholomew and asked, “Old man, have you thought about what we talked about last time?”

“With a million, you wanna buy out tea house downtown, do you think I’ll take that into consideration?” Bartholomew asked back.

The bold man snorted and said, “Old thing, know your place! I’m willing to give you a million, you should be grateful. If you insist, you won’t even get a penny!”

“Alright, cut the crap. I won’t sell the tea house to you, get out of here!”

“Bartholomew, you old thing, do you think you’re something, huh? Do you think the Dawson family is still the same as it was 5 years ago? I’m gonna kill you here, no one else dares to do anything, you believe that?”

“So try me!”

“You want to do this the hard way?” asked the bold man, raising his hand.

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