Chapter 125 - Burning the Ancestral Shrine

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Seeing the strong forces surround the Sinclair family’s residence from all sides, Louis Sinclair’s heart leaped with joy. ‘These are all men from the four families, yet they’re all following my orders today. Having done this, I can now die with no regrets.’

“Finn Taylor, you’d better get on your knees and beg for mercy. You’re already at death’s door.” Louis Sinclair wanted to see Finn Taylor kneeling to him. He had no idea why the four families were so intent on killing the latter, but he could tell that the four families were terrified of him.

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‘Think of how amazing I’ll be if I can get someone who even the four families fear to bow before me!’ But all Louis Sinclair saw was Finn Taylor shaking his head.

Just then, the noises ceased. This meant that they had already arrived in the Sinclair family’s residence.

Louis Sinclair was even more excited. But the gate opened at that moment, and four people walked in with four others in their hands.

Louis Sinclair stole a glance at them. He couldn’t help but feel that those four people being dragged in seemed familiar.

These four people were thrown before Finn Taylor, and they slowly lifted their heads. The latter merely waved to greet them.

But the moment the four men lifted their heads, Louis Sinclair jolted out of his seat.

The Sinclair family’s guests were overwhelmed with emotions. ‘Those are none other than the heads of the four most prominent families in New York! They’re all well-known figures in New York, yet they’re being treated no different from clowns now and are being carelessly thrown around.’

“Long time no see, Pierre Terre.”

The Terre family head—Pierre Terre—was in a frenzy. As for the other three, they were doing no better.

They knew that there were only two outcomes to betraying Finn Taylor. They would either win or die.

“Young Master, I was wrong. I was really wrong.” It wasn’t just Pierre Terre. Even the other three heads immediately kowtowed before Finn Taylor.

They could feel horror rising up in their hearts, yet Master Peregrine ignored them and simply turned to Louis Sinclair, who was still upstairs. “What did you say? I didn’t hear you well just now.”

Louis Sinclair spat out a mouthful of blood. ‘How could I be losing? I have the four families of New York backing me! Logically speaking, only Finn Taylor should be driven to death. Why am I the one going to die?’

“Louis Sinclair, I told you that I’d spare Ava Duncan’s life. I still stand by that, but I have one condition: You have to jump down from there.”

He was forcing the other to commit suicide at his 80th birthday party.

Nobody knew just how aghast and uneasy Louis Sinclair felt inwardly. ‘But do I have another choice?’

Pfft!

He spat out yet another mouthful of fresh red blood. Then, he jumped off the building.

“Dad!”

“Grandpa!”

Michael Sinclair and his father were crestfallen to see the Old Master jump to his own death.

“I’ll fight it out with you!” Michael Sinclair cast all his worries aside and rushed up toward Master Peregrine.

Of course, the latter couldn’t be bothered with such a small fly. There would naturally be someone who would take care of that for him.

Snap!

Wampus charged forward and snapped Michael Sinclair’s neck with a single arm.

“Master Peregrine?” Wampus was asking for Finn Taylor’s advice.

“Kill him!” That was all Finn Taylor said.

Crack!

Wampus exerted some force, and Michael Sinclair drew his last breath.

“Clean this place up.” After uttering those four words, Master Peregrine headed for the garden to look for his wife and her best friend. ‘Are they still there?’

With Finn Taylor’s order, the four guardians let nobody off.

The four families of New York had only formed because the 14-year-old Finn Taylor had let them do so. Comparing them to the current Finn Taylor was like comparing the light of fireflies to the glow of the moon.

There was no way the four families could be Finn Taylor’s match even after forming an alliance. Their actions were like child’s play to the latter.

Of course, the Sinclair family was even more ridiculous.

After arriving at the garden, Finn Taylor smiled and said, “You can open your eyes now.”

It was only then that the two friends opened their eyes.

Seeing that Finn Taylor was safe and sound, they were both relieved. “Are you alright?”

The best friends still thought that this had simply been a conflict between Michael Sinclair and Finn Taylor.

“I’m fine. Let’s go.” Finn Taylor took the pair and led them through another path, avoiding all the other guests.

This incident with the Sinclair family hadn’t affected Finn Taylor the slightest bit.

He believed that the four guardians would naturally take good care of it. If they couldn’t even handle such a trivial matter, they weren’t fit to be the four guardians of Peregrine Hall.

With that, Finn Taylor brought the pair back to San Francisco.

Along the way back, Finn Taylor gazed at the horizon. The four families of New York weren’t even a threat to him, but he thought of someone—his younger brother, Donovan Taylor—who was his arch-enemy. ‘Where is he? Why did he suddenly disappear? How will my life change once he returns?’ 

Actually, Master Peregrine had already instructed the four guardians to investigate Donovan Taylor and find his whereabouts.

Unfortunately, their searches had been in vain.

Upon returning to San Francisco, Finn Taylor brought his wife to the Larson family’s ancestral shrine right away.

She was confused as to why her husband had done so.

But as soon as they entered the shrine, her husband pulled Harrold Larson’s photo. Then, he poured gasoline all over it before taking out a lighter.

Yvette Larson asked hesitantly, “Finn, what are you doing?”

“Will you believe me if I said that I’m going to burn this photo?”

“Huh?” Yvette Larson was slightly stunned by his words. ‘Harrold Larson is Grandpa’s biological younger brother. Finn will definitely cause an uproar in the Larson family if he burns this photo.’

To tell the truth, Finn Taylor was only saying that to summon the entire Larson family. He knew that this would do it.

As expected, he heard footsteps rushing to the ancestral shrine.

The ones who had arrived first were none other than the detestable Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson.

“Yvette Larson, your husband must be mad! How could he threaten to burn Great-Uncle’s portrait? Why aren’t you even trying to stop him? Do you really want to be a traitor of our family?”

Finn Taylor looked up at Quince Larson, feeling as though he was looking at a dumb pig. ‘Harrold Larson’s descendant—Heather Larson—wanted to kill me. I’m simply trying to summon all of Harrold Larson’s descendants by doing this, yet Quince Larson is mocking me and putting me down. What is he if not a dumb pig?’

“Quince Larson, you’ll regret your words.”

He sneered. “Regret? If I regret my words, I’ll kneel down and lick your shoes.”