Chapter 74: Where are you hiding Hana?

Dion glanced at Brandon scornfully.

"You dare bring someone who should not be in your territory into your territory by force. So why am I not allowed to be here?" he asked.

Brandon furrowed his brows, clearly still unable to grasp the meaning behind Dion’s words.

"Brandon Vein, you should ask your mother about this as soon as possible. Does she want to cause the same trouble as she did seven years ago?" Dion said sharply. "Tell her that the Western Territory of the Melvin Continent still holds plenty of evidence related to the incident seven years ago. If she dares to hurt Hana again, don’t blame me if I hand over all the evidence of her misdeeds to the Supervisory Council of the Melvin Continent," he declared firmly.

Brandon’s eyes flashed. He reached out and grabbed Dion Sexa’s arm.

"You know Hana?"

Dion Sexa shook off Brandon’s audacious grip, then continued walking toward the car his secretary had prepared for him.

"Stop that car!" Brandon ordered.

The people Brandon had brought with him immediately moved to stop Dion Sexa’s car.

However, Dion’s men were clearly not to be underestimated. They quickly intercepted Brandon’s subordinates as they tried to stop Dion Sexa’s car.

A fight broke out immediately.

"Drive!" Dion ordered.

Dion Sexa’s driver immediately started the car upon hearing the command. The stubborn men who were still trying to stop the vehicle quickly moved aside when they realized that Dion Sexa was not someone they could reason with.

Brandon snorted. He had never truly intended to stop him. Stopping Dion Sexa and all his followers without thorough preparation was simply impossible.

Besides, he had only wanted to test the man’s intentions. More importantly, the subordinates he had stationed to monitor the area had just reported that Dion Sexa and his entourage had not taken Hana out of the place.

Brandon smiled coldly. He accepted the pistol handed to him by his secretary, then quickly aimed it at Dion Sexa’s car.

Although he was still an heir whose power had yet to be firmly established, Brandon was not someone to be underestimated either.

Bang!

The bullet shot toward the windshield of Dion Sexa’s car.

Dion Sexa, who was changing his clothes inside the car, immediately ducked.

The bullet pierced through the front windshield.

Thud!

The driver slammed on the brakes.

Dion, who had just ducked, immediately slammed his face against the floor of the car.

"Bastard!!!" Dion shouted.

"M-Master..." the driver stammered.

The car he was currently riding in was not the bulletproof vehicle he usually used in the western territory of the Melvin Continent.

Dion Sexa immediately got up and adjusted his trousers, which he had not yet managed to put on properly.

He grabbed the driver by the collar and punched him hard.

"Get out now," he snapped.

The driver touched his cheek, which had turned purplish after just one punch, then hurriedly got out.

Dion Sexa quickly straightened his appearance before moving to the driver’s seat.

However, before starting the car, Dion Sexa sent a message to his secretary.

Spread the video of that heir entering the room. And one more thing... make sure to land a punch right on his face.

After sending the message, Dion Sexa drove toward the hospital his good son had sent him the address of.

Meanwhile, Dion’s secretary held his phone with trembling hands as he read the message from his boss.

He was just a secretary. Did he have to die just because his boss had been offended? How could he possibly dare to punch the face of the heir to the eastern territory of the Melvin Continent?

He glanced at his subordinate beside him, then pulled over the doctor who was standing not far away.

"Doesn’t your family need money? Help me punch the man who will be coming in shortly. Once you’re done, I’ll take you to the western territory and arrange a good position for you."

The doctor looked up at Dion’s secretary.

He was merely a veterinarian who had suddenly been forcibly brought there by Dion’s men to treat the man who had nearly died earlier.

Seeing the group of large men dressed entirely in black, he had no choice but to comply and pretend to treat the man lying on the floor.

He had already been grateful when Dion killed the man without requiring him to continue acting. But who would have thought that he would now have to face another truly terrifying order?

"Who is that man?" the doctor asked.

Dion’s secretary snorted. "You’re just a doctor. There’s no need to ask any further questions. Stand beside the door. The moment that man walks in, hit him as hard as you can."

The doctor swallowed nervously as he looked at Dion’s secretary’s stern expression. In the end, he followed the order and stood beside the door.

Dion’s secretary pulled another subordinate over and immediately handed him his idle phone.

"Record it properly," he said.

The subordinate who received the phone stared at him in surprise.

"You want me to...?"

Dion’s secretary waved his hand. "I’ll give you an extra holiday bonus this year."

The subordinate finally closed his mouth and quickly unlocked the phone before pressing the record button.

Crash!

Thud!

A fist shot forward the moment the door to the room opened. Brandon narrowed his eyes as he watched his secretary, who had been walking in front of him, immediately collapse onto the floor.

Dion’s secretary was stunned for a few moments, while the subordinate assigned to record quickly stepped forward to get a clearer shot.

Brandon’s eyes scanned the inside of the room more thoroughly. He immediately stepped inside and looked around before stopping directly in front of Dion’s subordinate, whose phone was still recording.

Brandon snorted.

"Dion Sexa... you’re asking for death!"

Thud!

Brandon quickly swung his fist at Dion’s subordinate.

The phone in the subordinate’s hand flew far away, landing beneath a chair. Meanwhile, he looked up at Brandon, his face already bruised and purplish.

Brandon snorted lightly, then walked toward Dion’s secretary.

He grabbed the man by the collar and forced him to look at him.

A stiff laugh appeared on the secretary’s lips.

"Your Highness, it would not be wise for you to hurt me here. Your position is still precarious, even though you are the only legitimate heir to the Vein family. Moreover, if my master decides to take legal action against you in the future, it could cause you trouble."

Brandon stared at him sharply.

"Where are you hiding Hana?" he asked.

Dion’s secretary hurriedly shook his head.

"Your Highness, I truly have no idea. Our Young Master only informed my master. He was the one who found Madam Hana and immediately took her to the hospital."

"The hospital? The Young Master? Madam Hana?"

Brandon shoved the secretary against the wall.

"What does all this mean?" he asked.