Chapter 72 The Old War God’s Little Scheme

• “Old classmate, your Lawson family is about to have another God of War. I’m jealous as hell!” On the way to the banquet hall, Donald Mills spoke to Harold Lawson with real envy. Even though he didn’t practice martial arts, his special status meant he knew exactly how huge it was for a fighter to open the Ren and Du channels. The Lawson grandson’s future wouldn’t be any worse than Harold’s—might even surpass him—since Harold was laying the groundwork. He could reach a whole new height. “Old classmate, are you mocking me?” “If anyone should be jealous, it’s me. Your Mills Family has my junior, Mr. Cook, the Dragon Burial Ring heir, as your grandson-in-law. Your house is going to rise again. Me? I still have to watch other people’s mood swings.” Harold Lawson shot back, clearly annoyed. “Sigh.” “You don’t know the half of it. That grandson-in-law only has a three-month term. After that, whether he’s still my Mills Family’s son-in-law… who knows?” Donald wore a helpless, bitter smile. Those words lit up Harold’s curiosity right away. “Why would you say that, old classmate?” Harold frowned. “Here’s what happened…” Donald briefly explained the three-month marriage between Pierre Cook and Wendy Mills. In truth, he was just humoring Harold. In his heart, he was confident about his granddaughter’s marriage with Pierre. Especially since Pierre had taken the golden needle from his granddaughter, learned the Phoenix Dominion Art, and now carried a special charm that drew women in. Donald was sure that within three months, his granddaughter would be head over heels for Pierre. If they hadn’t been married, that charm might’ve been trouble. But because of his status, Donald already knew the secrets behind the Phoenix Dominion Art. He made sure they married in advance. For the Mills Family, this art would only bring benefits, not harm. Harold, however, didn’t know any of that. Hearing Donald’s words, he thought Donald was troubled. Harold kept a straight face, but inside he was buzzing. According to Donald, his granddaughter didn’t like Pierre. They were only married by agreement for three months. If they found they weren’t a fit, they’d divorce after. If Pierre and the Mills girl split, then wouldn’t his own granddaughter, Charmaine Lawson, have a shot? If the Dragon Burial Ring heir became the Lawson family’s son-in-law, the Lawsons could become one of the most honored families in the world. Poaching his old classmate’s future grandson-in-law was a bit shady, sure—but for the family’s benefit? Worth it. With his mind made up, Harold dropped the plan to clear Pierre’s name at the birthday banquet. He didn’t bring up Pierre at all during the feast. On his way back to the Sihai Group, Pierre Cook had no idea the old War God was already scheming to marry his granddaughter to him. Right then, outside Sihai Group’s main gates, a tall, lanky young man blocked the entrance with a crew. This was Lee Jingkang—Lee, who had been hounding Gao Weiwei and decided she was his woman. He was the younger brother of Lee Qiu Shui, one of Serregon’s three notorious overlords—the only female among them. The Sihai Group security guards were all knocked down and pinned under Lee’s men’s boots. The company’s staff trembled and kept their distance. No one dared to get close. “How long until that Mr. Cook manager gets here?” “He dared steal my woman. He’s got a death wish, yeah?” After flooring the guards, Lee grabbed the collar of Zhang Xiaobo, the deputy manager of Sihai’s security department, hoisting him up as he roared in his face.