Awakening the War God

Chapter 98 The New Clan Head

Chapter 98 The New Clan Head

The Greenland Group.

The Davis family was defamed this time.

Since the death of Oliver, the youngest son of Michael, Stella had been a widow.

Many people coveted the stunning woman.

But she had been protected by the Davis family.

She became an unattainable figure for anyone.

She also became the unconventional face of the Davis family.

However, Gabriel opened the facade of the Davis family today.

And he deeply humiliated them.

The banquet hall was filled with influential figures in Silverwood.

Gabriel pursued Stella, and Stella accepted the rose from Gabriel.

This incident would become major news in Silverwood and spread throughout the city.

In short, the Davis family had been disgraced.

The new clan head of the Ghostly Purgatory Hall was also decided.

On the high platform, Thomas was covered with blood and panted.

An oil pot tilted on the rack, pouring hot oil down with a loud sizzle.

Seven or eight burly men lay haphazardly on the platform.

They were covered in blood from head to toe, lying motionless in the blood.

Several other men, with broken bodies, howled miserably as they escaped from the platform.

The entire hall fell into silence.

No one spoke.

They could hear the occasional crackling sound of the still-burning firewood.

"Finally, I made it through!"

Thomas reached out his bloody left hand to stroke his bald head.

Then, he gritted his teeth and propped himself up.

His right arm, scalded by hot oil, trembled as he held up the insignia of the clan head.

He shouted, "From now on, I am the head of the Silverwood clan. I am your boss now. Who dares to defy me?"

His resolute voice echoed through the hall.

Everyone was awed.

Thomas's appearance and momentum were truly extraordinary.

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"Boss!"

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After a long while, thunderous cheers erupted.

It went on and on.

Everyone in the clan was won over.

Perhaps it was because Thomas had single-handedly fought against more than ten people, repeatedly rising from the pool of blood.

Perhaps it was because Thomas, with his right hand wrapped in clothing, endured the pain of being fried in oil and retrieved the insignia from the pot.

In any case, they acknowledged him.

This bald man covered in blood on the platform was now their leader.

Listening to the cheers, Thomas smiled.

"This feeling is amazing!"

Murmuring to himself, he lost the last bit of his strength.

He shut his eyes and fell backward.

"Boss!"

Everyone rushed to the platform with concern.

"Be quick. Take our boss to the hospital!"

A few men then rushed Thomas outside.

Standing high up, Leon was gratified to see how united the members of the Silverwood clan were.

He took out his phone and called Gabriel. "Mr. Gabriel, Thomas is now the clan head, and he has gained the support of everyone!"

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Gabriel acted as a driver, driving Stella's Mercedes-Benz.

While driving, he answered the call.

When he heard that Thomas had become the clan head, he was overjoyed and said with a hint of excitement, "Good! Thomas has lived up to my expectations. Then let's proceed with the plan!"

Stella sat in the back seat.

A large bouquet of beautiful roses quietly bloomed on the seat next to her.

She looked dazed, with a blank mind.

She could hardly believe that she had left the Davis family with Gabriel.

"Gabriel, where is my sister?"

Stella couldn't help but ask, her concern for her sister, Erica, filling her mind.

If Gabriel hadn't told her today that she could see her sister, she might not have been so determined to leave the Davis family with him.

Gabriel, who was driving with one hand, put his phone in his pocket.

He steered the wheels and replied, "I don't know where your sister is!"

Stella's mind went blank.

Instantly, anger surged in her.

She fiercely narrowed her eyes and shouted, "Gabriel, you b*stard, how could you deceive me like this? Where is my sister? Where is she?"

Gabriel's deception had almost driven her to the brink of collapse.

With a single lie, Gabriel had caused her and the Davis family to fall apart.

She had cut off her retreat.

Unable to bear it, she desperately grabbed her hair with both hands, crying hysterically, as if she had gone mad.

"Stella, listen to me!"

Gabriel suddenly turned his head.

He stopped looking at the road ahead while still stepping on the accelerator with his right foot.

The car continued to move steadily as his deep and narrow eyes gazed at Stella.

"Trust me!"

These two simple words were like sedatives.

Stella, who was going mad, slowly calmed down.

She lifted her head, her tear-filled eyes unable to see anything.

"I'm taking you to see your father now."

Seeing that Stella had calmed down a little, Gabriel turned back to drive.

The car had veered off the route and was about to hit two middle-aged women walking by the roadside.

Gabriel unhurriedly adjusted the direction.

The car brushed past the two ladies and returned to the correct path.

The two women were startled, cursing as they pointed at the Mercedes-Benz. "Just because you drive a Mercedes-Benz doesn't make you superior. If I had been run over, your car wouldn't be enough for compensation."

Half an hour later, at the detention center in the north of the city.

With Santos as his backer, Gabriel found it easier to deal with official matters.

Before, under the Davis family's command, Stella couldn't even enter this detention center.

But today, under Gabriel's guidance, she was received by the deputy warden, Chad Carson.

He was polite along the way and arranged a special meeting room for Stella and her father.

The meeting room was Chad's office, which was the ultimate privilege.

"Please take a seat. He will be here soon!"

Chad, with a smile on his chubby face, personally made two cups of coffee for Gabriel and Stella.

Stella brushed her loose hair with her slender right hand.

She was extremely nervous, not wanting her father to see her disheveled appearance.

For the first meeting in eight years, she had to show her father the elegant and graceful daughter she once was.

"Thank you, Mr. Carson!"

Gabriel politely shook hands with Chad and winked at him. "How about we go out for a smoke? I still have half a pack of Marlboro in my pocket."

Chad, who was a clever man, laughed. "I love these classic cigarettes the most. Let's go to the windows in the hallway."

The two of them left together.

In an instant, only Stella remained in the room.

This made her even more nervous, but at the same time, she felt a little relieved.

Gabriel sent Chad away to allow her to be alone with her father.

She waited.

Time seemed to stretch into eternity.

She had only waited for three minutes, but it felt like a century had passed.

Finally, the door opened with a creak.