Jack smiled.

Pushing the wheelchair with an indifferent face, he left on his own.

Mr. Ward stood there hesitating for a moment, and said to Patrick, "Master, Young Master and Hana must have their reasons please take care of yourself."

Patrick sat down, as if the roar just now had made him extremely exhausted.

He put his hand on his thigh and lightly waved the other to dismiss Mr. Ward.

Mr. Ward turned and left, quickly following Jack.

While waiting for the two to leave the meeting hall.

Patrick suddenly leaned back on the Patriarch's throne, his eyes red and filled with tears.

Looking up at the dome, he smiled bitterly, "How did I not know that there was something else behind it all? I thought I had made Jack let it go, but I didn't expect this hatred to be buried so deep in his heart." His dejected voice echoed through the hall.

He raised his hands and rubbed his face.

Patrick said with his lips trembling, "Sophie, how can I resolve Jack's resentment?"

As Jack and Mr. Ward walked out of the meeting hall.

In a sudden, the wind had stopped blowing, rendering the place freaking quiet.

Even though the sound of the wind was still there.

Jack and Mr. Ward were in gloomy silence.

"Young Master, a lot of people are watching." Mr. Ward leaned over and whispered in Jack's ear.

Jack smiled, "Everyone was waiting to see how I will die, but I disappointed them all."

"Let's go back."

Mr. Ward smiled with contempt, gazing around, and then ignored it.

The time Jack and Mr. Ward were leaving the meeting hall.

In every yard of the Powell family, they were already toasting to celebrate.

But as a piece of intelligence reached them.

Everyone was stunned by the news!

He wasn't dead?

How was this possible?

The Powell family glared to leave with a firm resolve to kill Jack, with Patrick's roar of rage in the wake.

If Jack could evade death like that, then what the fuck was that we all saw and heard just now?

For a moment, the entire Hughes family seemed to be eerily quiet.

As if the time had frozen.

Some were at a loss, some were horrified, some couldn't believe it...

Patrick's supporters became complacent at this moment, thanking their luck.

In the silence.

The turbulent underflow surged beneath the respectful Hughes family.

"Patriarch, Patriarch..."

Archer rushed to the meeting hall looking travel-worn. Before entering the door, he began to bawl loudly.

His relationship with Patrick was different from the rest of the Hughes family.

Even if the relationship between the two was not that good, they still shared common blood.

If he did not show up at this critical moment, then he would bound to be the lightening rod.

Of course, the reason that Archer appeared at this moment is to see Patrick's sorrow of losing his loving son, which would give him unparalleled pleasure.

However.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Archer froze.

There was no sprawling blood.

There were no corpse piling up.

The entire meeting hall was clean and solemn.

It was almost empty despite Patrick sitting on the patriarch's throne.

By this time, the grand majesty took the place of his once depression.

He overlooked Archer deadpan, "What are you doing here?"

"I...I..."

Archer stuttered, his cheeks flushing red.

Feeling Patrick's solemn, he felt shocked.

'Fuck! How could I say I wanted to see whether your son is dead and how you cry at his funeral now.'

"Humph!"

Patrick snorted coldly, making Archer go pale and tremble in fear.

All of a sudden Patrick said in a stern tone, "Archer, you useless asshole! I know what are you thinking. I am sorry for disappointing you, now get the fuck out of here!"

His voice sounded like the thunder.

Archer's face turned pale as he hurriedly bowed and then rushed out of the hall.

But the moment he started to move.

Patrick spoke again, "I said, get out!"

Overbearing and highly oppressive.

Archer's face was as white as paper. Looking at Patrick he finally gritted his teeth, curled up on the floor and rolled out of the hall.

"Useless asshole!"

Patrick cursed coldly.

When Archer rolled out of the meeting hall, he stood up and slapped himself hard on his face, muttering a curse in his heart.

"Why didn't he die? How unlucky I was to be right in this scene? why?"

At the same time.

In the yard.

George and Ivy were already drunk beyond recognition. Usually, they would have left earlier.

But today, once remembering Jack's dead body in the meeting hall, they became too excited to control themselves.

Wine... and they drank more and more.

"He finally died. Great!" George said emotionally, "As long as that bastard is dead, whoever in charge of the family I will accept. Even though I could not be the head of the family, I really don't want to see that bastard live!"

"That's right!"

Ivy and George happily clinked glasses.

But at this moment.

A servant hurried into the yard.

George and Ivy were furious and were about to scold him.

The servant knelt on the ground in shock and croaked, "Jack, Jack... he had come back."

What?!

George and Ivy were shocked.

Severely drunk, George waved his hand dismissively and cursed, "How the fuck can a dead man come back?"

But as soon as he said that, George himself was startled.

True! How can a dead man come back?

*Smash*

George smashed his wine glass on the ground fiercely and glared angrily at the servant, "You mean, he... is not dead?"

"Yes, Master!" The servant responded in horror.

"What!"

George's frustrated roar echoed suddenly in the yard.

Ivy also shuddered; her pretty face full of gloom.

After a few seconds of haziness, she drained the glass desolately in one gulp and then smashed it on the ground, "Why? Why couldn't the Powell family kill that bastard? What on earth is the Powell family doing?"

Inside the Buddhist temple.

The chanting still echoed.

Madam Hughes still chanted the religious scripture peacefully. Even if she tried to control it, she still couldn't restrain from smiling.

Now that the bastard was dead, the pressure on her chest was lifted.

At this time, the scriptures were echoing in her ears like the sound of nature.

Outside the temple.

The footsteps were ramping up.

Killian and Carter were shouting at the servants as they walked in quickly.

More than a dozen servants impressively carried a gilded coffin with a dragon pole.

Even though the light in the yard was dim, the little bit of luster fell on the coffin making it shine brightly.

"Killian, you are too impressive, even willing to make such a good coffin for that bastard." Carter clicked his tongue as he looked at the coffin and praised.

Killian smiled modestly, "These all happened in such a hurry that I could only get this gold-plated coffin. Otherwise, I would have prepared a pure gold coffin for that bastard. Even though he was a bastard, he

is now dead. We should pay tribute to him with dignity, so that we don't hear that the Hughes family was stingy towards that bastard."

The sarcasm and contempt in his words was evident.

The two looked at each other, their faces full of joyous smiles.

At this moment.

A female servant rushed in.

"It's not good, it's not good!"

She yelled in panic.

Killian and Carter's grins stiffened as their faced changed to show anger and disgust.

Making such a scene.

It was clearly heard by Madam Hughes in the temple.

She shuddered abruptly and the chain of praying beads in her hands broke with a snap and scattered all over the floor.

She opened her eyes, looking murderous.

"Screaming and disturbing me in the middle of chanting is disrespect towards the dead! Drag her outside and feed her to the dogs!"

A chilling murderous aura filled the temple, sweeping away the peace from before.

"Madam Hughes, calm down!"

The female slave was so scared that she knelt on the ground and wailed, "Jack Hughes. He is not dead, he left alive."

*Boom*

Her words fell like thunder on the yard.Content rights belong to .

The angry Madam Hughes paused as she turned pale, she spit out blood out of extremely anger.

Almost at the same time.

Killian was furious and slammed his palm on the gilded coffin making a loud noise.

"Why? He didn't die?"

Perhaps the ropes that held the coffin were weak, making his palm sink deeper.

With a loud sound, the 'dragon ropes' broke.

*Crash*

The gilded coffin fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, the servants who carried the coffin also fell pitifully with it.

The yard that had been surrounded by a joyful atmosphere just now.

In an instant, there was only sorrow left.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐