The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 342 – Three Days and Three Nights
Chapter 342 - 342 – Three Days and Three Nights
"I..."
Lucien Ward was stunned.
Though he wasn't exactly known for his sharp wit, even he knew better than to answer such a loaded question. He didn't want to offend either side.
At that moment, John's voice cut in again, sharp and angry. "Ward, you're hesitating? How dare you hesitate over something like this? What's there to think about?"
"Mr. Smith is clearly better than Flaherty!"
John's tone grew more aggressive. "What do you mean by hesitating? Are you worried it's inappropriate to speak your mind in front of Mr. Smith? Are you crazy? Got something wrong in that brain of yours?"
Puff!
Lucien was so enraged he almost spat blood.
This bastard... he just can't stop stirring the pot, can he?!
"Humph! There's no need to comment on her," Hugo Smith interrupted coolly. "She's the dean, and I'm the vice dean. There's no point comparing us. I admire her, honestly. It's not easy for a woman to rise to her position at such a young age."
He cast a cold glance at Lucien, then turned back to John with a more sympathetic tone. "John, it's a shame. I truly believe in your talent. But with Director Flaherty's stance... my hands are tied."
He patted John's shoulder. "Still, if you ever run into trouble, come find me. I'll do what I can."
"Thank you, Mr. Smith. If I had met you earlier, maybe today would've turned out differently," John replied, as if deeply moved.
As they left the building, John turned one last time and said, "See? I told you Mr. Smith was a good man. You didn't believe me. You're such a loser."
Lucien's entire body trembled. The two gold teeth he'd just gotten fitted two days ago almost cracked from how hard he clenched his jaw.
"Son of a bitch!"
"Lucien Ward!"
Hearing the insult, Lucien cursed under his breath. But just as he turned to vent his frustration, he saw Hugo Smith glaring at him.
"You're a teacher at this school," Hugo said coldly. "If your judgment is this poor, how can I trust you with students?"
Lucien's heart dropped.
The three of them exited the Houston Martial Arts School.
Outside the gates, a sea of people still crowded the streets.
Everyone was there hoping to catch a glimpse of the man who had survived a duel to the death. The guards stationed at the gate were holding the crowd back with firm hands.
Several members of the Long family were among the onlookers.
They'd already heard about the result of the battle—it ended in a draw.
Mr. Lopez and the Will clan's young genius had tied.
Even more surprising was the revelation: Mr. Lopez was a Robust Master.
Neither the outcome nor John's cultivation path was what anyone expected.
They had always assumed John followed the same path as his master, Perry Moreno. But today, they realized how wrong they'd been.
"Look, that's him! That's Master Bertha's student—the Robust Master who tied with Will!" someone shouted, pointing excitedly at the calm, young man approaching the gates.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
He was so young, yet he'd fought evenly with the Will clan's top genius. Even those who once looked down on Robust Masters now couldn't help but admire him.
Arno Long's silver hair shook with excitement as he stepped forward. "Mr. Lopez, it's a relief to see you alive and well."
He had already heard the outcome, but witnessing John walking out unharmed still felt surreal.
His instincts had been correct—John was no ordinary man.
John looked at Arno and thought to himself, Of course you're happy I'm alive. As long as I'm standing here, you can keep pretending we're close. People will think I have a good relationship with the Long family, right?
And if I have ties to your family, then that means my sister—Seven—does too. If she's close to the Long family, that connects her to Alexandra Flaherty. And if Alexandra is tied to your family, then...
Forget it. Let's not overthink this nonsense.
John didn't want to call out the old fox in public, so he simply said, "Sorry for keeping you waiting outside the school."
"Not at all," Arno said with a smile. "As long as we got good news about you, the wait was worth it."
Seeing John wasn't saying much more, he leaned in and asked eagerly, "Mr. Lopez, what's your next move? If you're not going back to the Long family with us, how about we host a banquet to celebrate your victory?"
John smiled knowingly. "Of course, we should celebrate. The bigger, the better. Let's throw a banquet for three days and three nights."
Three days and three nights?
Arno froze for a second, hesitation flashing in his eyes.
John noticed and added, "Don't worry. Lucien Ward and I are on good terms now. We may not be close friends, but there's no bad blood between us."
Arno had been concerned that a flashy banquet might provoke the Will clan, making them think the Long family was rubbing salt in their wounds.
But hearing John's reassurance, Arno was visibly relieved.
In fact, a high-profile banquet was exactly what they wanted. The more attention it drew, the more it would affirm the Long family's close ties with John—news that would spread like wildfire throughout Houston.
With a wide smile, Arno nodded. "Alright, Mr. Lopez. We'll do it your way. Three days and three nights it is!"
And so—
The Long family threw a grand feast. The gates to the estate were flung open. Anyone who came was welcomed to sit and eat. It was as lavish and bold as a celebration could be.
Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Alexandra Flaherty was grinding her teeth in fury.
And somewhere in the darkness of the city, an overwhelming force began to stir—rushing like a tide toward the Long family's estate.
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