Chapter 318 Bust Into The Mausoleum
Everyone was infuriated, especially Sebastian. His pupils became as sharp as the tip of the knife when he stared at Wynter. “Wynter Lowe, that is who you seek for protection? Even if he’s the mightiest king, I’ll end his life today!”
Peter tipped his toes while following behind Sebastian as the latter went outside.
Sebastian saw countless onlookers surrounding them. Many of them had turned on their phone cameras and started live streaming.
It was not exaggerating to say that they had caught the attention of half of the Yorksland, let alone Pollerton.
Everyone in Pollerton, whether they were the big shots or the commoners, paid great attention to this matter.
“Demolish the Freedman clan’s mausoleum?” Sebastian walked out the door, glaring coldly at the car in front of him.
He could not see clearly who the passenger was inside the vehicle.
“I’ll count to three. Let go of Wynter, or I’ll make you demolish the Freedman clan’s mausoleum on your own.” A monotonous voice rang out through the speaker from the Rolls-Royce. One couldn’t identify whose voice was that.
Everyone turned to look at the car as though they were looking at a fool when they heard those words.
Not only does the man want to demolish the Freedman clan’s mausoleum, but he also wants Sebastian to do it himself? Is he out of his mind?
Instead of getting into a rage, Sebastian laughed. “Haha. How funny is that! Are you ready to be the hero to save the beauty? I’ll show you the power of the Freedman clan’s mausoleum today! Peter, Ivan, Hugo, get ready!”
Having heard that, ten guardians of the Freedman clan’s mausoleum instantly raised their energy.
Inside the car, Donald’s face remained calm without any expressions. “Go ahead and bust into the mausoleum.”
“All right. Sit still.” Bradley nodded in response and stepped on the gas pedal to the maximum.
The twelve-cylinder engine produced an intense power instantly, and the engine began roaring. Then, the car sped ahead and knocked off a huge door before it!
Oh my God!
All the onlookers gasped with astonishment and were utterly shocked at that sight.
How could the man bust into the Freedman clan’s mausoleum just like that? Whose family does he come from to behave so imperiously? Even Tyrone wouldn’t dare to do such a thing!
Meanwhile, Tyrone was also startled when he watched the scene from a live stream. “Oh my goodness! He’s crazy!” he remarked.
Nobody, including the eldest son of the Campbell clan, would dare to bust into the Freedman clan’s mausoleum with a car.
It seemed like it was destined to be a fight to the last breath.
Discussions continued to flood the chatrooms. Someone wrote: He’s so manly to have the audacity to offend the Freedman clan for Ms. Lowe!
Another netizen commented: I’m so anxious! I wonder what the man looks like?
Sebastian was shocked. His face contorted with rage when he regained his senses. “You’re dead!”
In the courtyard, the crowd could no longer see the trace of the car as it was driven to a blind spot.
The rest of the people dared not approach Sebastian, who was huffing in anger. They waited for his order outside.
The crowd outside grew larger.
The influencer that went by the name Bunnybunny stomped her feet anxiously.
“Host, sneak over and aim the camera toward the scene, or we’ll unfollow you!”
“Yes. Hurry up, or we’ll unfollow you!”
Bunnybunny was hesitant. Even though the number of viewers increased on her live stream, more and more people had unfollowed her, and she felt anxious and panicked instantly.
“Okay. Let me give it a try,” Bunnybunny responded. Then, she went nearer to the scene secretly.
“Get out of the car!” Sebastian came in front of the car. His gaze was terrifyingly cold.
Donald remained seated inside the car. He had noticed Wynter at one glance. The latter stood at the door of a private room with tears in her eyes as she looked at him.
Upon seeing her, he let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness I’m here on time!
Thump!
Peter was infuriated. He leaped forward and landed on the roof of the car with one leg.
The car shook suddenly, but the roof of the vehicle did not deform in the slightest!
Peter was stunned. What kind of material is the roof of the car made of? The power that I used in stomping my feet on it is worth a few tons of energy, yet it didn’t even scratch off the paint of the car in any bit?
Timothy felt the ominous feeling bubbling from within intensify. He couldn’t help but take a step backward.
