The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Hezti was not familiar with the layout of Lawrence Manor.

After a while, he finally arrived at the solemn and dignified council chamber.

As soon as he entered the chamber, Hezti could feel that the atmosphere was tense.

About twenty Lawrence family members stood around, whereas James sat at the main seat surrounded by Keith and a few older people.

Hezti guessed that those older people were the Lawrence family’s elders.

Jordan, who Hezti taught a lesson before he left the house this morning, appeared miserable as he sat on a chair nearby.

Jordan was bandaged, and he stared at Hezti with a spiteful gaze.

“Lydia! You dare to enter?!”

Hezti just entered the room when he heard a loud and angry voice.

Then, Hezti looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man in his fifties standing behind Jordan, who appeared somewhat similar to Jordan.

“If 1 don't enter, are you going to carry me in?” Hezti sneered as he glanced at him.

“You!” The man widened his eyes in anger, and his face was flushed.

He was so furious that he could not form a proper sentence.

Keith, who sat at the seat of honor, finally spoke, “James! Just look at Lydia’s attitude! How can our Lawrence family accept him! He's just a son-in-law who's entering our family! Wait, he has yet to enter our family officially, yet he's already so arrogant! If we allow him to enter our family, we won't know peace anymore! I think we should just break the marriage contract and chase him away!”

An elder who sat beside Keith chimed in, “I agree with Master Keith.

Lydia’s a bad apple.

He strained our relationship with the Yates family last time, and they are yet to accept our apology. Harold, who Lydia injured, also did not say anything about it until today.

Moreover, what's more ridiculous is that he actually dared to hit one of our own family members! I don't think he regards himself as a son-in-law at all!”

Another person sitting at the seat of honor also added in a ghastly tone, “Perhaps he thinks he’s the head of the family, and the Lawrence family relies on him to survive.”

“He actually brings his weapon into the council chamber! He doesn’t respect us at all!”

"He's simply heinous!”

In an instant, the crowd turned in a ruckus, describing Hezti as a disrespectful person who deceived everyone regardless of their status

They even said that he was a jerk who knew nothing but to do evil, and they wanted to punish him heavily to death to dispel their hatred for him.

Just as the crowd was raging, Jordan's father suddenly wailed and wiped away the non-existent tear at the corner of his eye.

Then, he knelt on the ground facing James, as he howled in grief, “Chief James, please help Jordan! Lydia beat up my innocent Jordan, breaking his bones and letting him suffer severe injuries.

If justice is not served, how should I live!”

Hezti immediately became the most hated person in the room.

Hezti swept his gaze across the room and took note of those people present that were criticizing him.

Nonetheless, Hezti only cared about James's attitude.

Although he had a hole card, it would have to depend on James's attitude on the timing of him showing the card.

James was currently rubbing his temples, and he seemed to be distressed.

After the commotion quietened down, James lowered his hands and looked at Josua.

“Lydia...”

“Yes, Chief James.” Hezti walked forward and bowed.

“I won't ask further questions about what happened today, but I need you to give me and everyone here an explanation.” James had a stern expression on his face, and he continued coldly, “Your behavior today's indeed utterly disappointing.

Even though the Lawrence family’s ancestors decided on your marriage with Jessica, we can still reject the marriage agreement once we feel your attitude is horrible.

I bet no one will disagree on that decision too.”

After a pause, James added, “Your explanation must satisfy everyone here.

Otherwise, even though you're not a Lawrence family member, I'll still give you a heavy punishment!”

When he said that, his voice and expression were stern.

James was a Pulse Control Realm cultivator, and he was one of the best in the Lawrence family.

So, when his imposing aura filled the air, the atmosphere in the room immediately felt strained. Everyone panicked and felt as if they could not breathe.

“I'll give you a reasonable explanation, Uncle James.” Hezti nodded.

Then, he continued with a solemn expression, “But, I'd like to ask a question first.”

“Ridiculous! Do you think you have the right to do that!” Keith roared.

Nevertheless, Hezti was only focused on James.

James nodded.

Then, Hezti turned around and looked at Jordan.

When Hezti glanced at him, Jordan quivered, and he felt his sphincter twitching slightly.

“I'd like to ask, hmm... Jordan, right? Can you stand in front of me and answer my question?” Hezti asked with a smile.

Even though Hezti was smiling, Jordan felt chills run down his spines instead, and his blood ran cold. Soon, his face was also ashen, and he hurriedly shook his head.

Jordan's father scolded, “What are you afraid of! Go ahead! Are you worried that he'll beat you again? I refuse to believe that he’s so brazen to do so!”

Under his father’s scolding, Jordan gathered his courage and trembled as he walked toward Josua. "Ha! You came,” Hezti sneered.

Jordan instantly felt a cold chill running down his spines.

It was as if he was preyed on by a large beast, and even his soul was trying to escape his physical body.

Jordan wanted to escape, but it was too late.

Suddenly, Hezti grabbed a chair beside him and lifted it high.

Then, with a loud bang, he smashed the chair on Jordan's skull and shoulder.

The heavy force smashed the chair into pieces.

Moreover, Jordan did not even have the chance to shout.

Following the crackling sound of his bones and skulls, Jordan directly fell to the ground as he was bleeding furiously.

"B*stard!”

“The audacity!”

"He's digging his own grave!”

The council chamber was in an uproar.

The scene was so tense that it felt as if it was going to explode at any time.

Even Keith was stunned, and there was a surprised and murderous look in his eyes.

As for James... He was dumbfounded.

There were a few people who wanted to attack Leonardo, but Hezti was faster.

He pulled out the Silver Scales Spear from his back, and with the blade facing downward, he fiercely slammed on the ground.

With a buzzing sound, the spear stick shook, and it was as if the air surrounding them rippled too. The terrifying murderous aura was as imposing as a demon dragon, and none of the noisy Lawrence family members dared to do anything.

Hezti appeared gloomy, and his gaze was cold.

Then, Hezti swept his gaze at the people present and said indifferently, “Jordan was greedy at that time and wanted to steal my Silver Scales Spear.

According to your words, I was supposed to obediently give him instead?”