Triumph Above All Novel

Chapter 92

Chapter 92 Want to Be My Follower?

Skylar did not say a word, as his face was dark.

Since Christopher dared to insult Yulia like this, his crime was unforgivable!

Theo hurriedly pleaded with Dudley. “Old Mr. Shepard, this is my only son left. Please, for the sake of my old age, plead with Mr. Stone for me! Mr. Stone, as long as you are willing to spare my son, the entire Wexler family will be loyal to you, and we will do anything for you!” Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Skylar sneered, “Want to be my followers? You should ask the Feron family where they are in line!”

“The Feron family? The number one family in South Province under Eric Feron?”

Theo subconsciously asked.

“That’s right! Eric is not even in line. Do you think it will be your turn?”

Skylar asked with a wry smile.

“Hiss!”

The crowd in the room, except for Dudley, all gasped.

Even Eric wanted to work for Skylar?

And Skylar still had not agreed with it?

Oh my!

Just now, seeing Dudley treating Skylar with respect had beyond everyone’s expectation.

Unexpectedly, there were more and more shocking discoveries again!

Skylar’s identity and background had been underestimated by them.

Skylar said to Homer, regardless of the crowd’s reaction, “You pick a strong man and take Christopher’s life. If anyone dares to say one more word, they will end up the same with Christopher!”

“Yes, Mr. Stone!”

Homer agreed without hesitation and even felt honored.

Skylar nodded and led Dudley and Judy out of the private lounge.

Theo and Christopher, with pale faces, collapsed to the ground.

Soon, a man in black with a short knife approached Christopher.

And Theo fainted and did not dare to say a word more.

At the Shepard villa in Ocean Hill.

In the living room, Judy was brewing a tea for Skylar.

After Skylar finished drinking, Dudley asked with a smile on his face, “Mr. Stone, that night, you pointed out that Cannon Fist I studied hurt my body. I wonder if there is anything that can be improved?”

Skylar felt that although Dudley had been involved in the black market for many years, he had a clear sense of love and hate, and Dudley was open-minded, so Skylar nodded and said, “What you are studying is the first version, which focuses on killing the enemy but hurts the root. Now that Cannon Fist has been modified to the third version, I can teach you if you are interested. However, I still have a

set of private fist techniques that can repair the damage done to your body from your long study of Cannon Fist.”

Hearing what Skylar said, Dudley asked with hesitation, “Are these private fist techniques of yours effective? Nowadays, the military focuses on hot weapons, so I guess the practice of fist techniques is only for strengthening the body.”

Dudley, a veteran of this age, had close physical combats back then. So the practices he went through were harsh and fierce. Even if it hurt his body, he could not care less.

Now, even if he did not need to join battle to kill the enemy, it took him some time to accept practicing the soft and nurturing fist techniques.

Skylar found it funny, thinking that Dudley was also a martial arts nerd.

“Old Mr. Shepard, this table top of your pear wood must be twenty inches thick, right?”

Skylar set down his tea bowl and tapped on the table.

Dudley was a bit puzzled about why Skylar changed the subject so quickly.

But he still nodded and said, “It is exactly twenty inches thick. If you like it, I will give you a set… “