The inter-house competition of the five major households had turned into a confrontation match between the Gillette and Castro households.

And there was a heavy smell of gunpowder in the air.

Once they appeared on the stage, it was most likely a life-or-death battle.

Judging from the momentum, the Castro Household was on a much higher level than the Gillette Household. The main reason was the status of those two members of the Emporium Academy - Charlie and Luis.

With the Emporium Academy as their backer, they could pretty much do whatever they wanted.

Maxwell calmly smiled and said, "Let's start then, there's no need for Lord Owen to get angry, right? Lord Owen, you first."

Owen coldly smiled as he looked at Maxwell and said internally, "Let's see how long you can stay arrogant!"

"Let me do it!"

Luis stood up from his seat and stomped down with his right foot. The force then caused him to lightly leap onto the stage. Luis then revealed a smile he felt made him look very handsome and said to Gwendolyn: "Hey, beauty, watch how I beat and stomp them to death beneath my foot."

"Woaaa!"

The crowd in the square was in an uproar.

The first person the Castro Household sent out was a member of the Emporium Academy. It looks like they were planning for him to take care of everyone by himself.

It was clear that Luis wanted to destroy all the Gillette Household members by himself.

He wanted to put on a good show in front of Gwendolyn. The first time he laid eyes on Gwendolyn, his heart had already fallen for her.

Charlie was somewhat unhappy.

Such a good opportunity for himself to show off was stolen by Luis, who rushed out first. This made him hideously unhappy.

He, too, wanted to put on a good show in front of Gwendolyn, wanting to have Maxwell beneath his feet. He wanted Maxwell to kneel before him so that everyone could see that he was a piece of trash who could only run his mouth.

What he mostly wanted was to conquer Gwendolyn by showing off his strength.

But Gwendolyn did not even give Luis a single glance.

Maxwell was frowning as he faintly said, "Lord Owen, this guy doesn't look like a member of the Castro Household, right? What's going on? Are you afraid my Household has hired some outside help?"

Luis's cultivation was very strong.

He was at a level higher than Dustin, which was a level 3 silver rank. Currently, no one in the Gillette Household has reached a cultivation level of level 3 silver rank, let alone the members of the younger generation.

Moreover, Maxwell didn't expect the Castro Household to suddenly throw out several Emporium Academy members into the mix.

Level 3 silver rank, a true member of the Emporium Academy.

His cultivation was much more powerful than that of regular people at the same level 3 silver rank. Apart from Maxwell, most likely no one else in the Gillette Household...

Maxwell's mind tightened.

Constantine stepped forth and said in a serious manner: "Boss, let me go."

Maxwell looked at Constantine and said, "His cultivation is at level 3 silver rank. With your current strength, I'm afraid..."

Constantine scratched his head and still foolishly said, "I still want to give it a try."

From the latter half of the special training to now, Constantine had never demonstrated his strength. The reason was that he was under the protection of Maxwell most of the time, so he only had to absorb the blood mana nonstop. He just kept absorbing and absorbing, so how strong were his current powers? He didn't know it himself.

Luis's cultivation at level 3 silver rank was six levels higher than Constantine's.

The gap between their cultivation levels was like ten thousand miles apart. There's no way Constantine could surmount that distance, yet he still wanted to give it a try.

He wanted to know how strong his current powers were.

He actually wanted to know if he was still qualified to follow in the footsteps of Maxwell.

Moreover, Constantine understood that Maxwell was unable to send anyone capable out. The only thing he could do was to stand out instead; he had to step forth regardless of the cost!

This was Constantine, the silly and foolish Biggie!

Maxwell looked at Constantine seriously while contemplating for a while. He then said: "Be careful!"

Constantine grinned foolishly, "I will."

Brenda tightened her little fists and made a gesture of fight on. She then giggled: "Biggie, break a leg! Brenda believes that you will definitely win."

Gwendolyn said, "This guy was trying to steal your boss's girl right in front of his face, so shouldn't you be teaching him a good lesson? If you don't manage to beat him down, don't blame me for being impolite to you."

After saying that, her cheeks started blushing.

Maxwell turned to look at Gwendolyn; he was speechless yet felt a sense of happiness.

Gwendolyn glared at Maxwell and said, "What are you looking at? This will be considered an advance reward for you, humph!"

"Claiming to be someone's girl was a reward; then what's the mysterious reward going to be tonight?" Evil thoughts started appearing in Maxwell's mind... Very evil thoughts.

"Break a leg, Boss Biggie!"

"Boss Biggie, beat him to death!"

"Boss Biggie, you have to win!"

Many of the Gillette Household members started cheering loudly.

The Castro Household members looked on with disdain and started laughing out loud in ridicule.

"The Gillette Household doesn't have anyone left? They sent out a servant? Aren't they afraid people will laugh their asses off?"

"The only strength the Gillette Household has is a sharp tongue."

Shouts of ridicule and taunting were heard, but Constantine's face was calm as he walked forward one step at a time.

Owen faintly smiled as he looked at Maxwell, not too far away. "Maxwell, I remember hearing you mention that you wanted to bet on some territories. So, what do you plan on using to gamble from the Gillette Household?"

Owen had an arrogant expression on his face.

Maxwell lightly smiled, "I wonder which territory of my Household Lord Owen has his eyes on?"

Owen immediately said, "Your Gillette Household's ancestral manor isn't too bad, how about it? Maxwell, do you dare to gamble with it?"

The first thing he wanted was the Gillette Household's ancestral manor!

This made the Gillette Household members unable to endure any longer as they all glared at Owen.

Maxwell smiled and said, "That's fine. I also have my eyes on one of your Castro Household's territories. I'm just not sure if you dare to take it out as a gambling stake."

Owen didn't expect Maxwell to agree so easily. In his heart, he was imagining that once he won, how enjoyable it would be when he started driving several hundred people of the Gillette Household out of their own ancestral manor. He immediately replied: "What's there that I don't dare to do? Just go ahead and tell me: Do you want our Castro Household's pill store or do you want our weapons store?"

Maxwell shook his head and said, "I have my eyes on the grounds of your Household's ancestral graves, so we'll gamble on that."

"Maxwell!"

"Don't be too presumptuous, you damn brat!" Owen was acting like a cat that had its tail stepped on. He sprang out of his seat and started cursing with extreme anger on his face.

Maxwell showed no signs of backing off and directly refuted: "I've always been this presumptuous, so what is a damn undying bastard like you going to do about it? Do you dare to bet or not? If you don't...!"

"I'll bet on it!"

Without giving Owen a chance to reply, Charlie immediately responded instead.

Owen's face changed. How can one's Household ancestral graves be tainted like this?

Charlie whispered, "Uncle, that damn Biggie is only at level 9 silver rank and isn't the opponent of Luis. Don't worry; we'll definitely win this round. Just wait until we drive all the young and old out of the Gillette Household. I'll then slaughter them one at a time. We'll make sure they perish before they reach the end of the street!"

Owen smiled in satisfaction, "Fine!"

Immediately after, Owen suppressed the rage in his heart and shouted, "I will gamble with you!"

Maxwell laughed and loudly said, "Owen, are you even the Lord of the Castro Household? You even use your ancestral graves as a gambling stake? Aren't you afraid the ghost of your ancestors will come looking for you tonight? Aren't you afraid of the people of the city laughing at you? Sigh, I forgot that your face is thicker than the city walls, so being laughed at is probably nothing to you. Hahaha..."

"Hahaha..."

The crowd started laughing uncontrollably.

He had fallen into Maxwell's trap in a single moment. Owen's old raging flames of anger almost burst out of him.

His face turned a shade of green, then a shade of white. He was so angry that he couldn't even speak.

Owen had a look of disdain on his face as he coldly said, "Let's see how long you can stay arrogant for."

This world wasn't a place where a sharp tongue made you strong; it all depended on your strength!

Owen looked at Luis on the stage: "Kill him!"

Luis's lips curved into a ferocious smile as he said, "Don't worry; I will turn him into a corpse in just three moves!"

"Stop blabbing so much! Come if you have the guts!"

Constantine was about to explode!

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