Chapter 656: Chapter 655 Strike Out
Hearing the Great Priest promise to help resolve his issues, Nord was ecstatic.
He hastily said, "Thank you, Great Priest, for your assistance. By the way, do you know how my eldest son is doing over at the Sky Platform?"
Upon hearing this, the Great Priest’s face beamed with a radiant smile, and the look he gave Nord was filled with more admiration, "You have a good son. Pudis is one of the best I have sent to Heaven; he will surely bring unprecedented glory to the Smith family."
Overjoyed by the response, Nord exclaimed, "Really? Oh, this is just wonderful. No matter what the future holds for the Smith family, you, Great Priest, are our navigator, your guidance has successfully docked our family onto this high-speed great battleship."
"No need for thanks," the black-robed elder replied with a faint smile before changing the subject, "I will arrange for that matter you mentioned to be resolved very soon. I have a lot of things to discuss with Hughes; you should go back first."
Nord was startled by the comment.
Was this a dismissal?
He had thought that being summoned to meet with the Great Priest through Hughes signified a huge promotion in status for himself and the Smith family. Yet, it turned out that compared to these heritage-rich nobles, he was still not presentable enough.
For a moment, Nord was filled with a profound sense of loss and frustration.
However, he dared not show any of it and respectfully bid farewell to the Great Priest and Hughes before taking his leave.
Regardless, the Smith family had boarded this battleship, and the future was bright.
Moreover, although he might not be much in the eyes of these real big shots, to the vast majority of the world outside, he was still a significant figure.
With this thought, Nord’s mood recovered.
Arriving downstairs, many financial and political elite frequently featured in European media approached him to say hello.
Nord’s mood improved even further.
Comparisons are what people fear most between one another.
In front of the Great Priest and Edward Hughes, he was a little brother, but in the eyes of these top-tier elites, he was a bona fide big shot.
Worried that the Great Priest and Hughes might call him back up after their discussion, Nord did not leave.
In secret, Yang Fei had been eyeing Nord since he came down from upstairs.
He thought the man would leave, but instead, he was there, conversing animatedly with others at the reception.
After waiting for a good hour, the group from the Vatican left.
Afterwards, Nord went to speak with Hughes briefly before taking his leave.
Yang Fei watched as Nord got into a stretch Lincoln, with several cars escorting it front and back.
He relayed the license plate number to Umekawa Taro, while he went outside to the parking area and, pointing to an Aston Martin, asked a valet for the keys.
Only renowned individuals who had made their name were allowed to attend this gathering; no one would dare to claim someone else’s vehicle.
Seeing Yang Fei’s extraordinary demeanor, the valet dared not doubt him and handed over the keys.
Yang Fei drove after Nord’s motorcade.
Nord sat in the luxury car, resting with his eyes closed.
He had drunk a fair amount of red wine and now felt slightly dizzy, just wanting to return and rest early.
Suddenly, the car jerked, waking Nord with a start.
He opened his eyes and looked outside, noticing the car had come to a stop.
Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he heard an alarm, "Attention, there is a vehicle blocking the road ahead; be wary of deception."
Upon hearing this, Nord’s brows furrowed.
This was England, and they were so close to the Edwards family’s castle—how could there be trouble?
He closed his eyes again, planning to take a brief rest.
"Reverse the car, retreat to the castle, there are enemies, it’s an ambush!" came the shocked cry of a guard from the leading vehicle.
Nord once again opened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
Could there really be an ambush?
Was the enemy out of their mind to set up an ambush here?
The sound of explosions came from outside.
The car was reversing.
Nord’s face darkened and his brow wrinkled.
To be attacked here, if he retreated back to the castle, wouldn’t that make many people laugh at him?
"What on earth is going on?" Nord bellowed angrily into the intercom, "There are more than a dozen of you, all elite experts, and my car is a high-grade armored vehicle. Without heavy firepower from the enemy, what are you afraid of? Take them down for me!"
"Master, there are a total of four enemies, but they are very strong; we can’t take them lightly," came the voice of the Guard Team leader.
Nord shouted angrily, "You’re scared like this by four people, kill them for me, the majesty of the Smith family must not be challenged."
"Yes, we will stop them, but for your safety, please retreat to the castle first, where there are experts from the Royal Guard. Oh, heavens, retreat, those guys are too strong, and they have poison...ugh...master, run...run quickly..."
Then there was no more sound.
Nord finally came to his senses from the overwhelming anger.
To flee back to the castle for help was indeed humiliating, but it seemed the situation here was much worse than he had imagined, staying here would cost him his life.
"Retreat, retreat quickly!" Nord ordered decisively.
Through the car window, he also saw the figures leaping towards them.
The guards from his own convoy had just charged forward, only to either be chopped down like slicing watermelons by the man with the katana, or knocked to the ground, clutching their faces and bleeding from their orifices, by a mere wave of the hands of those three old men.
As a decision-maker of the Smith family, Nord had received harsh strengthening training since childhood, and he was himself a Martial Artist, so he could see how formidable the four attackers coming towards them were.
They were like demons from Hell.
But who were they?
Why would they ambush him?
Holding katanas, with Eastern faces, could they be Japanese Martial Artists?
He didn’t have any enemies in Japan, did he?
Numerous thoughts flashed through Nord’s mind as he loudly urged the driver to reverse.
Luckily, these guards were very loyal.
The car behind flashed to the side to clear the path, then charged towards the four assassins, trying to intercept them and buy time for Nord.
However, with a leap, the four of them easily dodged the oncoming car.
"Faster, retreat faster," Nord urged the driver loudly, while taking out his phone to dial Hughes’s number.
The enemies might be strong, but since the castle wasn’t far, reinforcements would arrive soon.
"Beep beep beep!!!"
The horn sounded frantically.
The driver cursed, "Damn, is the driver of the car behind an idiot? Why won’t they clear the way?"
At that moment, Nord also got through to Hughes, and Hughes’s voice came from the other end, "Nord, you..."
"Save me, I’m under attack, less than two kilometers from the castle," Nord said loudly.
"Hang in there!" Hughes responded swiftly and hung up after instructing him.
Nord breathed a sigh of relief.
However, just then, a violent crash was heard.
Immediately afterwards, Nord inside the car felt his whole body lift off.
Being someone with a foundation in Martial Arts, he quickly grabbed the handrail, but still flew out due to the immense inertial impact, banging his head.
Outside.
When Yang Fei saw Nord’s car reversing at high speed, he accelerated and charged forward.
With a loud crash, the airbags inside the car burst out instantly.
Kicking open the car door, Yang Fei stepped out.
He approached the halted stretch Lincoln and reached out to pull the car door.
The door was locked, and the body of the entire car had been specially strengthened to withstand the impact of three grenade explosions.
Yang Fei couldn’t pull the door open at first.
He focused all his True Yuan in his arm and pulled again with force.
Crack!
The door handle broke off.
From the direction of the castle, there was noise; the masters from the Royal Guard reacted quickly and were rushing over here at high speed.
Yang Fei frowned, he walked over, and punched the car window hard.
Even Luo Bin’s high-security safe house couldn’t stop him, how could a mere modified armored car prevent him from capturing someone?