The dinner finished at eight that night.
Both Nathan and Will came out of the restaurant with their men.
Although they had quite a bit to drink, Nathan was still looking as calm as ever. Will, on the other hand, was already pissed drunk.
He slurred, “Nathan, you won this time around. Next time, I will defeat you for sure.”
Nathan responded with a laugh and said, “Fine!”
After that, Nathan instructed Will's National Guards to send him back to his residence safely.
“Yes, we got it.”
Nathan nodded and got into the Jeep with Colin, and the Elite Eight.
Once they were in the car, Colin received a call. After the call, his expression changed slightly, and he whispered to Nathan, “Mr. Cross, the head of the Blackwell clan, Carlton, has a message for you.”
Nathan took out the lighter, lit up a cigarette, took a few puffs before asking casually, “What did he say this time?”
“Carlton said that you went to Brimmopolis and the territory of the Blackwell clan and beat up his disciples. He said you need to be taught a lesson. He has once again asked you to go and accept your punishment. If not, don't blame him for being ruthless.”
Colin looked at Nathan nervously and asked, “Mr. Cross, should we do anything about it?”
Nathan replied coldly, “Turn around. Head for the headquarters of the Blackwell clan. If I don't go and see him, he will think I am afraid of him.”
Colin responded, “Yes, Mr. Cross!”
With that, Colin gave the instruction, and they were headed to the headquarters of the Blackwell clan.
At the entrance of the Blackwell clan's headquarters, there were a few men dressed in sturdy clothing who were smoking and chatting at the same time.
All of a sudden, a few Jeeps arrived.
The group of men stood up immediately with their leader in front.
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