LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

“Alright, I understand.” Jun Chester responded indifferently, but a sudden coldness flashed in his deep eyes. After hanging up the phone, Jun Chester murmured to himself, “Bella, you brought this upon yourself!” However, when he thought about it again, something seemed off. Wilfrid Chester had just passed away. Even if Bella wanted to move his mother out of the mausoleum, she surely wouldn’t personally go to Chester Cemetery today. They must have been up to something! Regardless, he would find out.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Jun Chester then took the elevator downstairs. The elevator stopped on the ninth floor, and two men entered. One was a young man in a black leather jacket, and the other was a middle-aged man in special agent uniform. The young man asked the middle-aged man, “Who exactly is Jun Chester? Why has he caused such a commotion? The whole city is on lockdown, even the military is involved! What’s going on?”

The middle-aged man’s face was serious. “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t. Just focus on doing your job well. You’re our last trump card. If the military can’t handle Jun Chester, it’ll be time for you, the Dragon Group, to show your cards.”

The young man smirked. “No problem! But… the military has many experts. Last time at the Aytwhistdon grand contest, I lost face for the Dragon Group.”

The middle-aged man’s expression grew even more solemn. The young man added, “Of course, that was four years ago. I’ve improved since then and am now almost invincible in close combat!”

The middle-aged man was about to say something when the elevator door opened. Jun Chester stepped out first. At that moment, the young man behind him called out, “Hey, buddy!”

Jun Chester turned around. “What’s up?”

The young man took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, put one in his mouth, and said, “Can I borrow a lighter?”

Jun Chester hesitated but eventually took out a lighter and lit the young man’s cigarette. The young man grinned. “Thanks. What’s your name?”

Jun Chester replied indifferently, “Jun Chester.”

The young man was slightly stunned, looking Jun Chester up and down. In an instant, his face changed dramatically. The middle-aged man beside the young man also widened his eyes. The next moment, the young man reached out to grab Jun Chester’s wrist but was a step too slow. Jun Chester had already grabbed the young man’s arm first.

Without any visible effort, the young man’s face twisted in pain, as if his bones were about to break. Jun Chester smiled. “Your captain has never asked me to light a cigarette for him. But you’re not bad. Although your close combat is not that satisfying, there’s still room for improvement.”

With that, Jun Chester released the young man’s arm and walked away.

The young man was stunned. The middle-aged man beside him suddenly reacted and shouted, “Jun Chester! Jun Chester is really here! Sound the alarm! Sound the alarm immediately!” But it was too late. Jun Chester had already swaggered out of the building. He stopped in the parking area and took out the car key he had just obtained from the young man, pressing it lightly. A black Jeep responded to the signal.

He got in the car and headed for Chester Cemetery.

As soon as Jun Chester left, a helicopter landed in front of the Special Service Agency building. The propeller hadn’t stopped spinning when the cabin door opened. Inside were Colbert Osborn and Dawson London. Dawson London threw three people out of the cabin like cargo: Pete Chester, Edric Harding, and Han Derong. At the same time, Jun Chester’s master, James Matthews, appeared at the entrance gate of the Special Service Agency building in a white robe, holding an ancient painting.

The alarm inside and outside the building had been sounded, but all those who rushed out were left standing dumbfounded. The middle-aged man had a furious expression on his face and roared, “Was Jun Chester in the Special Service Agency building all this time? What have you all been doing? You’ve utterly disgraced the Special Service Agency!”

Meanwhile, at Chester Fortress, Wilfrid Chester’s body had not yet been removed from the scene. Lord Charlton had personally brought the chief medical examiner from Dirtmouth’s Special Service Agency to examine the body, and the results were in. Wilfrid Chester had died from an overdose of anesthetic. Before his death, his severely ill body had already been recovering, and his heart was as healthy as that of a young man. In other words, Wilfrid Chester had not died at the hands of Jun Chester. Moreover, based on Blake Charlton’s understanding of Jun Chester, if Jun Chester wanted to kill someone, he wouldn’t need to use an anesthetic.

Several antique experts were with him. After careful examination, all the so-called antiques in Wilfrid Chester’s room, which had been broken, were found to be fakes. They had wrongly accused Jun Chester. When he realized this, Blake Charlton’s old face turned a dark, liverish color.

Just then, the Dirtmouth Special Service Agency called to inform him that the killer of Wilfrid Chester had been taken to the Special Service Agency building by Colbert Osborn and Dawson London. The only genuine ancient painting in Wilfrid Chester’s room had also been found in Edric Harding’s antique shop. When he heard this news, Blake Charlton’s mind went blank. After a while, he finally muttered, “Get ready… get ready… I need to go to Chester Cemetery immediately… I must ask for Lord Chester’s forgiveness!”

At this moment, Jun Chester had already arrived at Chester Cemetery by car. The sky was filled with a light drizzle. As he got out of the car, Jun Chester’s eyes were filled with melancholy. The words his mother had left him on the eve of her death echoed in his mind.

“Jun, if, and I mean if, one day I’m not here anymore, can you promise to take good care of yourself?” his mother had asked.

“I’m a little tired, and I’m going to a faraway place. Promise me you’ll be okay, alright?”

“I have a wish, to lie atop a green hill with a peach tree as my companion.”

That year, Jun Chester had personally planted a peach tree for his mother. Unfortunately, he was too young at the time, and no matter how hard he tried, the Chester family didn’t agree to bury his mother beneath that peach tree. Back then, the Chester family considered it an honor to have Jun Chester’s mother buried in Chester Cemetery. Now, however, they intended to exhume her grave and move her remains. It was truly ridiculous.

Jun Chester closed his eyes and whispered softly, “Mom, you must have seen the ambitions of the Chester family back then, right? Today, your unfilial son, Jun Chester, will fulfill your last wish!” Jun Chester took a deep breath and stepped into Chester Cemetery with a determined look.

Little did he know that the entire perimeter of Chester Cemetery had been surrounded by a dragnet. The elite forces of the Dirtmouth Special Service Agency and the army were all hidden there. In front of a grave, Mark Sutton, the head of the Dirtmouth Special Service Agency, was poised for action. Bella and the core members of the Harding family were nearby. The Chester family members and Jun Chester’s two top subordinates were also around them. But under Mark Sutton’s orders, dozens of armed men had already aimed their guns at Jun Chester’s two subordinates.

Bella watched the unfolding events, her beautiful face full of frost. “My godfather personally arranged for me to come here to exhume the grave. Jun Chester is bound to show up!”

Coincidentally, the approaching Jun Chester heard her words. The coldness in his eyes grew more intense. Both Mark Sutton and Bella noticed Jun Chester’s appearance and immediately tensed up. However, Jun Chester paid no heed to the two. He strode forward and knelt in front of a grave, on which was inscribed, “Mother, Iris Chester!”

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jun Chester placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone. “Mom, I’m here!” But at that moment, a cold voice sounded behind Jun Chester. “Bastard, this cemetery is surrounded. There are 30, 000 elite forces, all armed and ready. Today, you won’t be able to escape even if you could fly!” The speaker was none other than Bella. Not content with just saying that, she added, “You and your mother are so close, huh? Fine, after we move this grave away, we’ll bury you two together so you can be company for each other forever!”

Jun Chester turned to look at Bella, struggling to contain his anger.