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.

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.

After tonight, there will be no more General Richards Smiths i in this world, only Richards Smiths.

The soldiers were 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, he would long to see him, but he would not be able to.

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 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.

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

"I'm sorry!" Harold raised his hand and slapped himself. "My godfather always says, 'if you make a mistake, admit it; if you get beaten, stand firm'."

“My father died for his country in a border defense battle fifteen years ago.” Longhorn asked, narrowing his eyes. “You’re my father?”

Harold slapped his left cheek, then his right, and with two slaps, his face turned into a pig's head, showing how much force he used. "I'm sorry!"

"Tonight you—"

"Alright!" Richards suddenly spoke up, adopting the air of an old squad leader relying on his seniority: "James, have you had enough of showing off your power as the young marshal of Northern Confederate? Do you really have a grudge with my brother-in-law?"

"Okay, I'll let it go." 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 Northern Confederate army. I'd like to know how many fools in the country dare to mess with us!"

"I've spent ten years in the military, experiencing countless battles. Which fool would dare to mess with me?" 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 for saving your life."

Harold was stunned, somewhat dazed.

"If I hadn't stopped him just now, Longhorn would have killed you."

Harold's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't have the confidence to refute. He insulted and threatened the young marshal of Northern Confederate, and even claimed to be his father… This 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.

Harold's lips twitched. "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. Stop trying to break us up. It won't work."

Harold snorted coldly. "True love after just meeting? Isn't that more like true love for the family's money, isn't it?"

"Just get out of here." Richards stubbed out his cigarette. "I'm going to the bridal chamber."

After saying that, he strolled upstairs, leaving Harold and his group waiting downstairs.

After a moment of contemplation, Harold took out his phone: "Starting tonight, all construction in the demolition area will be suspended. Miss is a light sleeper and is sensitive to noise."

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."