Winner Takes All

The powerful and long sound of trumpets echoed through the place.

The surroundings were in silence and stillness.

Countless gazes shifted towards the vast procession.

All of them were curious, anticipating it and looking forward to it!This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

The cold wind howled.

It snowed heavily.

At this moment, the white snowy plains seemed to be a little less cold.

As night fell, the bright lights lit up there like daylight.

"Fire the cannons!"

On the Royal Palace Plaza, the one hundred and eight cannons that lined up to the left and right were fired at the same time with a loud shout. Boom, boom, boom ...

The sound of the cannons was deafening.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the whole Royal Palace Plaza was brought to its higher level.

All the civilians who were eagerly awaiting became even more tense as the sound echoed.

The one hundred and eight cannons were the highest ritual of The Hun!

It was the highest honour!

Surely it was worthy of this supreme glory, as compared to the Eighth Statue of the Huns! As the cannons were fired, the sound of trumpets once again echoed through the place.

But the tune had changed and became more passionate and inspiring.

This was the national anthem of The Hun, which symbolized the courage and success.

The traditional tune was originated from the most magnificent period of The Hun a thousand years ago and was engraved in everyone's blood since it had been passed down to the present day. Afterwards, thunderous roars rang out from the dark sky.

The warplanes swept across the sky and whistled.

The roars of the warplanes echoed above the sky.

A lot of noise was made.

However, at this moment, the huge crowds of people paid no attention.

Whether it was the cannons, the national anthem, or the warplanes that passed overhead, it didn't matter to them.

It was because everyone was clear that the statue was worthy of such a glorious ritual of The Hun!

What they really cared about...was the real figure of the statue!

Just as the countless warplanes were flying across the sky towards the distance, the roar gradually diminished.

"Roar!"

A roar of fierce beast was loud, echoing through the place.

However, it caused the crowd around to tremble and shudder at the same time.

It was even more tremendous than the shock that had just occurred in Royal Palace Plaza!

Fierce beast?

How could a fierce beast appear at today's event?

Soon people were in turmoil and panic.

But no one averted their gazes as they all heard the roar coming from the distant procession which came from the direction of the royal palace! The distance gradually drew closer.

Suddenly.

Amidst the endless crowd, a shriek was heard.

"Oh my god! What beast is that? A lion? No, wrong, a lion can't be that mighty!"

Boom!

This yell amidst the silent crowd, was as if pouring a ladle of water directly into a frying pan and it exploded instantly!

"A white lion? It's huge, that's king of the beasts!"

"My goodness! I, I think that white lion, is the Snow Lion! It's the Snow Lion that the King had captured back then when he led the army himself!" "What? My god! The Snow Lion is the king among the beasts! Wait ...look, is there a man sitting on its back?"

Due to the distance, the largest Snow Lion was surely the first to be seen by the people.

Everyone had the clear view of Snow Lion, that's why the crowd was in an uproar!

"Snort ..."

Joseph frowned as he grimaced and let out a breath, "This isn't the lion king anymore, it's the king of the lion kings!" "It's so terrifying!"

Charley on the side also looked scandalized, "Fuck, these tribes outside the territory are really more tough than one another!"

With the vision of Undercover Guard, they were able to see the Snow Lion clearly.

Even from a distance, its huge body gave people an extremely strong sense of oppression!

As it stepped forwards, it was like a small mountain was moving and looked imposing.

Soon Joseph and Charley were similar to the people as they focused their attention on the figure that was on the back of Snow Lion. Snow Lion was the king of the beasts!

Then what was that ...which could ride on its back?

Because of it, countless gazes naturally focused on Jack Hughes who was riding on its back.

Everyone's eyes sparkled.

They were excited and curious, but meanwhile, they were more amazed!

Amidst the blizzard, the mighty procession marched on at a steady pace.

This was an event and also a ritual. Even a single mistake wasn't allowed at all.

The sound of national anthem, trumpets, cannons and warplanes were heard alternatively.

At the same time, the atmosphere on the spot was brought to a climax.

Finally.

As the procession approached, it became clearer.

Finally, they could also see the figure on the Snow Lion.

Boom!

There was an astonishing outcry and it was deafening.

"How could it be? Why is this happening? Wolf, why the person on its back is a territorial man?"

"Crazy! Crazy! What the hell is the King doing? Is he going to make the man to be the Eighth God of War for the Huns and build him a statue?" "Impossible! It's absolutely impossible! I must be seeing things! I must be seeing things!"

The clamour was overwhelming like a tidal wave.

In an instant, the silent crowd was in a chaos.

There was astonishment, resentment, disbelief...

At the same time.

Was he really a territorial man?

Joseph, Charley and the Undercover Guard were startled at the same time.

Afterwards, the crowd tried hard to see Jack's face.

At this moment, the deafening clamour was gone and the only thing in the eyes of Undercover Guard was the upright figure.

As the distance got closer, his face gradually appeared in their sight.

When his face was completely visible ...

Boom!

It was like a thunderbolt on all the Undercover Guard.

All of them were directly stunned and they completely blanked out.

They had been ordered by Patrick Hughes to search for Jack, so they remembered his face very well!

But when the familiar look appeared on the back of Snow Lion, the implication ...was completely different!

After being dumbfounded for three seconds, Joseph was the first to recover his wits, he gripped the arms of Charley who was next to him with a great force, as if a falcon was hunting the prey with its claws.

"Ah!"

His body shook as his features twisted in pain.

Joseph, on the other hand, trembled even more violently!

Right now.

All the Undercover Guard were shivering.

Why?

Why was this happening?

'That's fucking...'

"Charley, keep your eyes on it. I, I'll go and report now!"

His face looked pale, meanwhile, his body was quivering and he was stammering.

"You, you let go. It's pain, pain..."

Charley was also terrified now as this impossible scene suddenly appeared in front of him, as if a miracle had happened.

Even ...novel didn't dare to be written in this way!

Joseph straight away let go of him and strode towards the crowd.

In the Meeting hall of The Hughes Family, the lights were somewhat dim.

Patrick looked tired as he sat on the main seat and his fingertips were holding a cigarette. His fingers were yellowed by the smoke.

He was exhausted.

Since Jack disappeared, he hadn't slept well and the yellowing of his fingers was caused due to too much smoking.

His eyes were somewhat stern when he was leaning back in his chair at this time.

Pitter-patter...pitter-patter ...

There was sound of footsteps.

Madam Hughes who leaned on her crutches entered the Meeting hall.

He looked askance at her, "Madam Hughes, are you alone?"

She smiled warmly, "The reason I invited you here today was to have a mother-child talk, so of course I'm alone."

Mother-child talk?

Damn you!

He mocked in his heart, but he asked as usual, "What does you want to talk to me about?"

She raised her eyebrows, "At least I'm your mother. There's no one around. Why don't you get up and help me?"

"You've been fasting and were blessed by Buddha. You won't fall to death. Why do you need my help?" he said coldly.

She was speechless.

She sat down on a chair with a gloomy face and continued to say, "Patrick, your birthday is coming soon, it's time to prepare for it!"

"I'm not in the mood, but since you're concerned about it, then you can help me to prepare." He closed his eyes and pinched his nasal bridge in exhaustion.

When she looked at him, she was pleased with herself.

However, she pretended to sigh, "I

know, you're worried about Jack. His

sudden disappearance has made it difficult for you to sleep and eat,

but

you're the head of The Hughes Family: How can you lose our face just because of this kind of matter? Your birthday party isn't just yours, but also the banquet of The Hughes Family! It's also the time to establish the next head of the family as all the wealthy families are paying attention to it!"

A wily old fox!

He cursed in his mind but said, "How can I care about this as Jack isn't returning?"

"But the choice for the next head of the Hughes family is more important. I think you need to establish it now!"

She frowned with a sulky

expression, "Patrick, the head of The

Hughes Family is chosen among the group of successors and has never been anointed by the head of the

family! Jack is one of the heirs, not

the only one. If you do this, the Hughes family will not be convinced!"

"Does you think that Jack has no chance at all?"

He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her fiercely.

Her body stiffened and a chill surged on her back, but she instantly calmed down, "Amitabha, my merciful Buddha. I also hope Jack has the opportunity, but...what do

you think? After he entered Dragon Cavalry because of Bloody Trap, he had disappeared for no reason and even couldn't be found. You still want to deceive yourself?"

"You ..."

His face turned red and he was about to retort.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

After glancing at it, it showed a call from Undercover Guard.

He hurriedly answered it.

As soon as he answered, the voice on the other end sounded loudly.

"Master! The young master has been found!"

Boom!

His body shook, all his fatigue and anger towards Madam Hughes was swept away in this instant and was replaced by surprise and unbearable excitement!

However, this scene made her to feel panicked.

"Patrick, what's wrong with you?"

His eyes sparkled and he directly turned on the speaker, saying, "You say, how is the young master?"

"We got him!"

Joseph's voice rang out over the phone.

Boom!

Her frail and hunched body shook as she was stunned and her mind went blank.

They had found him?

Damn it!

'Buddha...why did you find that bastard?'

'The incense that I had offered to you was wasted?'

However.

Just when Patrick was ecstatic while Madam Hughes was exasperated.

Joseph's words soon made them confuse.

"Young master ...young master...his statue was built in The Hun and he was worshipped by them! This is the supreme glory over there! According to the history of The Hun over thousands of years, there were

seven statues and young master is the eighth!"

Patrick and Madam Hughes were speechless.¶¶¶¶¶