CHAPTER 596 DISCIPLES OF THE GOD OF WAR

"What honoured guest? Didn't I fucking say that today? No guests! The two most important guests are

sitting right in front of me!"

Martial Maestro was drunk, his face was red and even his voice, when he spoke, was floating.

Lydia looked at Martial Maestro with some surprise.

Several bottles of proof spirits had been placed on his table.

The average person would have had a stomach perforation after all this wine.

But Martial Maestro was merely a little drunk.

Leo, who had been eating his food quietly, smiled and said, "You've regressed in this drinking capacity,

only this much?"

These words shocked Lydia even more.

And this was a regression in drinking?

Lydia suddenly remembered something, that time in Hopkins, Sophia designed her to drink with some

of the Hopkins family lords, as a result, she was drank to the point of vomiting blood.

Could it be that Leo had a more horrible drinking capacity?

This time, when Martial Maestro returned to Hopkins, he brought some disciples, and it was one of

these students who reported back.

His expression was tinged with embarrassment, "Sir, the guest seeking an audience has a powerful

background and he wants to share a table together."

The words fell, and Martial Maestro slapped a heavy hand on the table.

As Lydia stared in horror, the table, made of fine marble, was instantly slapped with a crack.

"How dare he!"

With a gloomy face, Martial Maestro shouted angrily, "I said that the two most important and valuable

guests are sitting in front of me, what other people are there more important than these two?"

At these words, the disciple couldn't help but give Leo and Lydia an extra look.

In his heart, he said, "What on earth is this man and woman about to make the gentleman think so

highly of them!

Martial Maestro waved his hand, "You tell those distinguished guests who want to see me to go away, I

am not available today, or, ask them to wait downstairs until I finish my meal and then go down to see

them."

This was said with unparalleled arrogance, but when one thinks of the identity of Martial Maestro,

arrogance was reasonable.

"Yes, sir."

The apprentice walked out.

A smile immediately surfaced on Martial Maestro's face, "Let's continue drinking."

Leo smiled and touched Martial Maestro, "Really don't go and take a look, what if it's a very important

guest?"

Martial Maestro shook his head straight away, "No matter how important it is, it's not as important as

you and Mrs. Cohen!"

"You made a phone call and told me to come over to hold up the scene, so I came over... What's that

Cassius?"

Martial Maestro shouted in a slurred voice.

On the side, Lydia once again gave Leo a frightened look.

Martial Maestro came because of Leo?!

Leo smiled, and let him be.

Downstairs sat a tall, middle-aged man.

He just sat casually like that, and the pressure emanating from his body made it difficult for people to

catch their breath.

It was the Guardian of the Westernland, Cassius.

Beside them, there are those of Olly and Euan.

Nathaniel left early due to his willing status.

Soon, Martial Maestro's apprentice came down.

Olly immediately stood up and asked at him, "Well, where's Martial Maestro?"

The disciple looked calm: "Sorry, Martial Maestro is receiving valuable guests, please come back

tomorrow."

"Or take a short break here and wait for Martial Maestro to finish his meal."

At these words, Olly's face turned much darker.

Cassius even waved his hand directly and said expressionlessly, "You tell Martial Maestro that Cassius,

the Guardian of the Westernland, requests an audience!"

Anyone felt Cassius's anger.

The Guardian of the Westernland was so unpopular!

As these words fell, Cassius unleashed his aura.

At once, a vast mangled aura came over him, causing the Martial Maestro's disciple's face to pale.

From Cassius, he sensed a fluctuation that was not weaker than that of Martial Maestro.

He was far from a match.

"Okay ......"

The apprentice could only return to the compartment and state Cassius's words in their original form.

"Guardian of the West?"

Martial Maestro's expression turned strange for a moment.

Leo smiled and also put down his chopsticks, "Speak of the devil, the person who has come to see you

is the Guardian of the West, will you see him or not?"

This time Martial Maestro hesitated for a moment; after all, Cassius was a guardian of the four realm

lords alongside Leo.

However, he still refused. Original from .

"No, so what if the guardian of the west, he has to wait."

Martial Maestro said to his disciple, "Just tell that Cassius that Martial Maestro is receiving a noble

guest who is a hundred times more honourable than he is, and tell him to keep quiet!"

The disciple's heart thudded, afraid of Cassius.

But as he was the disciple of Martial Maestro, he had to convey the words to Cassius in the original

manner.

"Mr. Miller, Martial Maestro still chooses to finish receiving the guests before him before coming out to

receive them."

With these words, the aura on Cassius's body finally exploded, he couldn't stand it anymore!

"He's bullying me too much! I'm the guardian of the Westernland, it's enough that he stole the man who

greeted me, but he's even neglected me again and again!"

Cassius's voice was like a torrent, and his voice echoed throughout the marquee.

Olly and Euan could not help but lower their heads, not daring to speak under this kind of aura.

This was the Guardian of the West, of unfathomable strength!

Just the slightest display of power silenced everyone.

Cassius's gloomy eyes suddenly fell on his disciple: "Isn't he going to go out? Then I'll force him to

come out!"

Being stared at by Cassius, Martial Maestro's disciple instantly trembled as if he was facing a great

enemy.

"Mr. Miller, what do you want to do?"

With a frightened gaze, he looked at Cassius and asked.

"Nothing, just wanted to borrow your wounded body."

Cassius laughed coldly, a murderous look in his eyes, "I'd like to see if his disciple is injured, he can't

be bothered to come out!"

The whole room echoed with Cassius's voice that contained killing intent.

Along with Cassius's chilling words, Cassius also struck out bravely.

His whole body disappeared from the spot, and the next moment, ghost-like, he appeared in front of

Martial Maestro's disciple.

"Mr. Miller! I am a disciple of the God of War, don't you dare!"

The disciple of Martial Maestro's face changed dramatically, like a great enemy, and his whole body

pushed three feet violently.

He dodged a blow from Cassius.

"What?"

Cassius's face showed surprise.

With that earlier, he was just attacking casually as if he was playing.

But it was not something that the average person could resist!

If it was an ordinary martial artist, he would be absolutely half crippled under this punch!

Cassius smiled, "A disciple of the God of War? It's indeed extraordinary."

"But can you block the next blow?"

The next moment, his entire body pounced towards the disciple like a fierce tiger.

The disciple only felt that he had been hit by a bus at full throttle and his whole body was falling apart

as he flew out backwards.

He hit the wall on one side with a loud thud and the whole wall split in two.

Olly, Euan and the others looked stunned.

The strength of the Guardian of the Westernland was actually this strong!

The managers of the hotel were even more silent, not daring to say a word.

Olly glanced at them and, as if giving them a handout, threw them a cheque for five million.

"These should be enough as repair costs for the damaged hotel, right?"

The owner of restaurant gratefully accepted it, nodding his head repeatedly.

Olly smiled again, "In fact, you should feel honoured that the Guardian of the Westernland, Mr. Miller,

struck out in your hotel, your hotel is on hit!"

The owner dared not say anything, but just nodded his head repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, yes, where Mr. Miller damaged it, we will never repair it, just advertise to the public that it

was broken by Mr. Miller and has collector's significance!"

Cassius smiled, he liked to hear such compliments.

And then, he strode over to the seriously injured disciple and grinned, "Can you still stand?"

"......"

The disciple covered his chest and fought back the pain to stand up.

Cassius, however, casually stepped on him

The disciple passed out straight away.

Cassius gave the man an indifferent look, without the slightest hint of pity in his eyes.

"In the West, if anyone doesn't follow the rules, they're all enemies!"

Olly and the others nodded their heads.

Cassius said again to Olly's men, "Throw this man into Martial Arts' room and I will see if he still won't

come out."

Olly immediately sent people to do so.

Of everything downstairs, everything was still unknown to Leo and the others.

Even Leo had three bottles of wine.

Martial Maestro had already had ten bottles and was drunk as hell.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang and the door of the compartment was kicked heavily open.

Martial Maestro, Leo and Lydia subconsciously looked towards the door.

A black-clad bouncer-like figure was seen standing outside the door, casually throwing a bloodied man

in.

Looking at this man, who was covered in blood and whose chest was deeply sunken, Leo and Lydia's

faces all changed dramatically.

This was the disciple of Martial Maestro who came to inform them earlier.

"Hunter!"

Martial Maestro even shouted, his voice suppressed with speechless anger.

He was drunk but still recognised this as his apprentice.

The name of this disciple of the God of War was Hunter.

In the next moment, Martial Maestro became violently angry, and a dense murderous aura swept

towards that bodyguard in black.

He came directly in front of the black-clad bodyguard, grabbed him firmly by the throat and lifted him

high into the air.

"Who did it?"

Martial Maestro's voice was raspy and cold.

The black-clad bodyguard was horrified to the core, and it took all his strength to utter a complete

sentence.

"It’s ...... it's Mr. Miller! He said he wanted to see if ...... your disciple was hurt like this and you still

wouldn't come out ......"

Hearing these words, Leo put down his chopsticks and was in a murderous mood.

After several years of not seeing him, Cassius was still as domineering and sketchy as ever.

Hearing these words, the murderous look in Martial Maestro's eyes intensified.

"In that case, you can go to hell."

With a click, Martial Maestro broke the black-clad bodyguard's neck straight away and threw him out of

the window like a dead dog.

Leo came next to Hunter and placed his finger on his nose and sighed in relief.

"He's still breathing, but hurts too badly."

Martial Maestro didn't say anything, his face was murderous.

"No matter who it is, to lay hands on a War God disciple is to be an enemy of my Supreme Warriors!"