The Mightiest Tycoon

5. Let It Slide

Under the blinding light, five thousand Northern Confederate soldiers stood before the perilous tower, their spirits soaring. They remained unmoved, yet unleashed an overwhelming pressure. The elite ghost army.

Which of the desperados that Harold brought wasn't a ruthless person who had been living on the edge of a knife? But when they witnessed this scene, they were all terrified, their faces turning pale and their legs trembling.

Harold was also stunned. The anger that he had thought only blood could extinguish instantly dissipated. What's the big deal? It was just a slap in the face.

After the five thousand elite Northern Confederates appeared, no one paid any attention to the group of clowns. All the soldiers, like James Longhorn, were only focused on Richards.

From today onwards, there would be no more ghost Commander Harrison Smiths i in this world, only Richards Smiths.

The soldiers were also overcome with emotion, their blood boiling!

"Stand at attention!" Longhorn's eyes were red as he saluted Richards: "Old squad leader! Happy wedding!"

The earth-shaking sound of stomping feet echoed throughout the demolition area: "Old squad leader! Happy wedding!"

In the future, they would no longer meet. 

An endless sense of tragedy filled the night sky.

Richards returned a standard military salute, his face filled with the smug pride of a petty person who had achieved success. 

A retired cook being celebrated on his wedding day by 5,000 Northern Confederate soldiers—wasn't that something to brag about? But in those deep eyes, there was a turbulent sea, filled with sorrow.

The Northern Confederate army saluted in return and rested briefly.

Longhorn's eyes fell on Harold, the instigator of tonight's events. He strode forward, and although he was less than 1.7 meters tall, he seemed to press down on Harold as if Mount Tai were pressing down on him, making Harold almost suffocate.

"I remembered you saying that even if I get these five thousand units here, you're still going to kill me?" Longhorn's eyes gleamed.

"I'm sorry!" Harold raised his hand and slapped himself. "It was a misunderstanding."

“My father died for his country in a border battle with the Mexican Cartels fifteen years ago.” Longhorn asked, narrowing his eyes. “Are you now saying you're my dead father?”

Harold fell on his knees. "I'm sorry!"

"The Commander is supposed to be a ghost, no one knowing who he is outside the elite. Tonight you—"

"That's alright, James." Richards suddenly spoke up, adopting the air of an old squad leader relying on his seniority: "Have you not had enough of showing off your power already? Do you really have a grudge with my brother-in-law?"

"Your brother-in-law?" Longhorn was stunned for a moment, and hesitated for a long time before saying. With that, he waved his hand and shouted to the reluctant Northern Confederate army behind him, "Fall back!"

The Northern Confederate army arrived suddenly and left just as quickly. 

Once everyone was gone, Longhorn approached Richards, pursed his lips, and said, "Brother, if you encounter any trouble in the future, call me. These days, people overseas avoid the Confederate army. I'd like to know how many fools inside the country dare to mess with any of us!"

"I've spent ten years in the military, experiencing countless battles. Which fool would dare to mess with me, retired or not?" Richards raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at Harold.

Longhorn didn't say anything more. The brothers had come tonight and he had met them. After attending the memorial service held in Richard's hometown of Birmingham in a few days, the Northern Confederate army would withdraw.

"Brother, take care." Longhorn saluted Richards once again.

"Take care too, James," Richards replied. Watching Longhorn and the others leave, Richards, with mixed feelings, glanced at Harold, whose head had been beaten into a pig's head, and suddenly said, "Harold, you owe me for saving your life."

Harold was stunned, somewhat dazed.

"If I hadn't stopped him just now, he could have killed you and called it self defense."

Harold's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't have the confidence to refute. He insulted and threatened the young Commander of Northern Confederate. That was indeed a heinous crime.

"But don't worry, you're my brother-in-law, I won't go around telling everyone about your embarrassing incident tonight," Richards said seriously. "And remember, you didn't see him."

"Yes." Harold's lips twitched in response. "Thank you."

"Tell me," Richards said indifferently. "Did my father-in-law send you?"

"It was my own idea." Harold was so frightened that he quickly took the blame. Betraying his godfather? He wouldn't dare even if you beat him to death.

Seeing Harold's trembling appearance, Richards knew what was going on, but didn't press for details. Even if the marriage wouldn't last long, he didn't want to live in constant fear. After thinking for a moment, he said firmly, "Hannah and I are truly in love. So, stop trying to break us up. It won't work, okay?"

"Hm?" Harold snorted coldly. "True love after just meeting? Won't people call you a gold digger?"

"Just get out of here. I'm going to the bridal chamber."  Richards stubbed out his cigarette, and strolled upstairs, leaving Harold and his group waiting downstairs.

"Starting tonight, all construction in the demolition area will be suspended. Miss is a light sleeper and is sensitive to noise." After a moment of contemplation, Harold took out his phone. Having said that, he turned and glanced at his trembling underlings, saying coldly, "Anyone who dares to utter a word about tonight's events, I'll kill him."