Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 910

Chapter 910: Lowell’s rage Chapter 910: Lowell’s rage Federation HQ “Alright, leave these storage rings here.

You can request new compensation from the Grage Family Head,” Federation Head Ben said, offering a fresh solution with a subtle firmness in his voice.

His eyes were steady, masking the internal turmoil he felt over the situation.

He knew this issue could snowball if not handled swiftly and decisively.

Lowell McClain, standing tall before Ben, gave a curt nod, his sharp gaze reflecting both relief and determination.

He finally had the go-ahead.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and left the chamber, the weight of his cloak trailing behind him as if marking the urgency of his next move.

His mind was already racing ahead to his imminent confrontation with the Grage Family.

Once Lowell had disappeared from sight, Ben let out a deep, slow sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly in the quiet solitude of the room.

Inwardly, he cursed his earlier oversight.

“How could I not check the contents of those rings earlier?”he thought, shaking his head in frustration.

This mistake had already set a cascade of events into motion, ones he could no longer control.

Clearing his mind of useless regrets, he refocused.

The situation had escalated, and now all he could do was wait for Lowell to return with the resolution he sought.

— Meanwhile, Lowell arrived at his student’s room.

The atmosphere in the room was tense, yet Zack Lockwood looked at his teacher with a spark of hope in his eyes.

Lowell gave him a brief rundown of the recent developments, his voice firm yet reassuring.

“Don’t worry, Zack.

I’ll ensure the Grage Family compensates you properly.

You’ll get what you deserve,” Lowell said, his words carrying both a promise and an unspoken threat.

Zack, though still burdened by the injustice done to him, felt a small sense of relief as he watched his teacher depart swiftly from the headquarters.

He knew Lowell would see this through.

— At the Grage Family Estate Alnod Grage, the head of the Grage Family, sat behind his ornate desk, shuffling through a series of scrolls and reports.

His fingers drummed lazily against the polished wood as his mind wandered, no longer concerned about the compensation matter.

In his eyes, the issue had been resolved the moment those storage rings were handed over to the Federation Head.

Little did he know, his deceitful plot had been laid bare.

The estate grounds were quiet, the sun casting long shadows as the afternoon wore on.

For now, everything seemed peaceful, but that tranquility would soon shatter.

— One hour later… Lowell McClain arrived above the Grage Family’s estate, hovering silently in the air like a shadow of impending judgment.

His eyes, sharp and calculating, swept over the compound, scanning for any signs of resistance, any powerful auras that might pose a threat.

Finding none that concerned him, he descended with a calm yet terrifying grace, landing in the heart of the compound.

His sudden appearance was like a storm breaking without warning.

Guards stationed near the main gate froze as they felt an overwhelming pressure crush down upon them, their legs trembling beneath them.

Some stumbled backward, while others could only stand paralyzed in sheer terror as the suffocating force radiated from Lowell.

Without so much as a glance in their direction, Lowell began striding toward the grand doors of the family’s main hall.

Each step he took seemed to echo with authority, his presence alone enough to send ripples of panic throughout the estate.

The guards whispered hurriedly among themselves, trying to muster the courage to act but failing in the face of the Silver Mark Warrior’s undeniable power.

The disturbance quickly caught the attention of the Grage family’s more powerful members.

Within moments, warriors of Commander Rank and General Rank were rushing to the scene.

But when they arrived and laid eyes on Lowell, their faces paled.

They knew exactly who he was-and more importantly, they knew why he was here.

One of the family elders, an aging man with a weathered face, stepped forward, his voice betraying his nerves.

“Lord Lowell, what brings you here?” he asked cautiously, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.

Lowell’s eyes, cold and unyielding, flicked toward the elder as he spoke in a voice that was as sharp as the edge of a blade.

“Where is your family head?” The question was simple, but it was laced with an unmistakable menace.

The elder’s mouth went dry, and he could see the other family members exchange uneasy glances.

Everyone present knew that Simon Grage, the young master of the family, had recently made some bold, reckless moves against Zack Lockwood.

The pieces fell into place-this wasn’t just a visit, it was retribution.

An elderly woman, her face lined with age but her posture still upright, stepped forward.

Her aura flared briefly, revealing her as a Black Mark Warrior, but even she knew her power was no match for Lowell’s.

She was keenly aware that should things turn violent, the Grage family wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Lord Lowell,” she began, her voice trembling ever so slightly, “we already sent compensation to the Federation Head.

There’s no need for this… what are you doing here?” Her question hung in the air, the fear palpable.

Lowell remained unmoved by her words, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He hadn’t come for excuses.

His mere presence here was enough to instill dread, and the Grage Family knew they were cornered.

The tension in the compound grew thicker with every passing second, as the once-confident members of the Grage Family felt the crushing reality of their situation sink in.

Lowell immediately sensed a foreign presence approaching.

He turned to face the intruder, his eyes widening in recognition.

It was Alnod Grage.

Alnod, initially confused by the commotion, was utterly shocked when he saw the person standing before him.

“Lowell McClain?

What is he doing here?” His heart pounded in his chest as he processed the unexpected encounter.

On the other hand, Lowell’s eyes flashed with a murderous glint upon seeing Alnod.

With a swift movement, he vanished from his original position, reappearing before Alnod in an instant.

Alnod’s expression shifted dramatically as he tried to defend himself.

But before he could react, Lowell’s fist connected with his face.

Boom!

A powerful explosion echoed through the room as Alnod flew backward, crashing into the wall.

The elders, witnessing the shocking display of power, were frozen in disbelief.

They instinctively reached to intervene, but upon meeting Lowell’s cold, unforgiving gaze, they retreated in fear.

Alnod’s heart pounded in his chest as panic clawed at him.

He could feel the sweat beading on his brow, every inch of his body on edge.

“Damn it, they’ve found me out,”The weight of his suspicion grew heavier with each passing second.

His pulse raced as he scrambled to free himself from the debris surrounding him, shards of stone and dust clinging to his clothes like accusations.

Before he could even think about escape, a dark shadow loomed over him.

THUD Pain exploded through his chest as Lowell’s boot slammed down with brutal force.

The air rushed out of Alnod’s lungs.

“Pfff!” Alnod coughed violently, spewing blood from his mouth.

He gasped for air, his vision blurring momentarily as he stared up at Lowell’s cold, unyielding gaze.

The taste of blood filled his mouth, metallic and bitter, as humiliation and fury boiled inside him.

“This can’t be happening,”he thought as Lowell’s foot ground deeper into his ribs, each second feeling like an eternity.

Rage surged through Alnod’s veins.

“How dare he?” This was an insult he couldn’t forgive.

But despite his burning anger, he knew the truth: he was powerless.

Lowell was stronger.

Far stronger.

“Lord Lowell, what…what are you doing?” Alnod’s voice wavered as he forced the words past his lips, his pride wounded more than his body.

Lowell’s eyes narrowed, a flash of disdain flickering across his face.

His voice was icy, dripping with venom.

“You dare send us those pathetic pills and think I wouldn’t notice?” Lowell sneered.

“Do you take me for a fool?

Those trash pills couldn’t fool a child.

You think I wouldn’t recognize the combination?” Alnod’s stomach dropped.

His mind raced.

“He knows.

How did he find out?” For a split second, a flicker of panic danced in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a cold glare of his own.

He couldn’t afford to falter now, not in front of everyone.

Admitting to this would only seal his fate-and Lowell’s wrath was something he couldn’t survive.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Alnod stammered, feigning ignorance.

“Deny everything.” It was his only option now, to lie and hope that Lowell had nothing more than suspicions.

The elderly women and others are shocked.

They don’t know what’s going on?

They couldn’t believe what Lord Lowell is saying right now.

Everyone is staring at the Family Head.

Seeing that he was denying.

Everyone exchanged their looks.

At this time, there is an elder among them.

He was the one who went earlier to handover those resources.

The elderly women and others were dumbfounded, their minds reeling from the shocking revelation.

They couldn’t comprehend the words that had just escaped Lord Lowell’s lips.

A wave of disbelief washed over the crowd as they stared at the Family Head, his denial hanging in the air.

As everyone exchanged confused glances, an elder among them stepped forward.

He was the one who had earlier delivered the resources to the Federation Head.

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