[Chapter 209]
Clinton walked into the living room slowly with the two middle-aged men in tow.
Everyone in the living room looked at this young man who suddenly showed up.
Most of them did not know who Clinton was.
Only Mr. Daniels and Old Master Daniels narrowed their gazes when they saw Clinton.
Evidently, these two knew who Clinton was.
As one of the old core members of the SCC, Morris was definitely a high-level member while Clinton was one of SCC's founders.
As a result, Morris' father Tungsten and grandfather Old Master Daniels knew who Clinton was.
"Clinton! Why did you cripple my son? Why are you targeting the Daniels family? Isn't Morris an old core member of the SCC? Even if the Zimmerman family has something against the Fender family, can't you just target the Fender family directly? Why do you have to target us?" Tungsten pointed at Clinton and questioned.
Clinton?
The Zimmerman family?
Everyone in the living room felt their mind buzz in shock.
Their blood pressures skyrocketed.
The Zimmerman family was one of the most distinguished wealthy families in Springfield. It was said that this family used to be a distinguished gentry in the Capital City around a decade ago before they moved to Springfield.
Upon arriving in Springfield, the Zimmerman family immediately displayed their outstanding heritage and established their foothold in Springfield as one of the most distinguished wealthy families.
A second-rate family like the Daniels was nothing before the Zimmerman family and could not fight back.
"This is where you're wrong, Mr. Daniels. I wasn't the one who crippled your son. As to why I'm targeting the Daniels family, you have no one to blame but your sons for offending someone they should not have. I'm just acting on behalf of someone else," Clinton replied calmly.
"Who is it? Tell me! Who crippled my sons!" Tungsten shouted.
He would not have dared to talk to the first heir of the Zimmerman family was not as close to having a breakdown as he was right now.
With both his sons crippled and the Daniels family about to topple at any moment, he did not have the mind to worry about the fact that he was talking to a Zimmerman.
"You don't need to know who it is, Mr. Daniels. It's over for the Daniels family, so just accept that there's no saving it. If you disband the family, I will let your family continue using its name in the world. But if you're adamant about fighting back, then don't fault me for being cruel when you lose your heirs and your bloodline ends with you."
Clinton's tone was calm as if he was not threatening the Daniels.
However, Tungsten knew that Clinton would keep this promise.
Like a deflated balloon, Tungsten sat despondently on the sofa.
He did not know what to do.
If he gave up, his family would be allowed to live on.
If he chose to continue fighting back, the Daniels bloodline might end with him.
He blamed his predicament on his horrible and useless sons.
He was still raging and looking for a way take revenge on the culprit for crippling his sons yesterday, but there was nothing he wanted more now than to throttle his sons today.
He did not know what to do.
Until he suddenly remembered that while the Zimmermans were powerful, they were not the law in Springfield.
Morris was good friends with Mr. Silva.
Perhaps he could ask the Fender family for help.
Worse come to worst, the Daniels family could just take refuge in the Fender family and become their underlings. Working for the Fenders was still a better option than disbanding the family.
Thus, Tungsten decided that that was what he was going to do. He was too reluctant to dismiss the Daniels family.