King of Titans and D Chapter 971 - 971 959 Clan Member

??Chapter 971: Chapter 959 Clan mber

Chapter 971: Chapter 959 Clan mber

“From now on, in the eyes of the law, our marital ties are severed, and there will be no further connection between us!”

“Aux, you are very good. But Jenos must be raised by . I will take him back and change his surna to that of my clan.”

“There’s no issue with you raising him, but even if you take him away, he remains a formal mber of the Douglas family, and that is absolutely unchangeable!”

“On what grounds?” The mother of Muria’s reincarnated body, Susanna, was sowhat taken aback.

“These are the rules of the Douglas clan. Since Jelos’s adaptability has exceeded 60%, he is a formal mber of the clan. Changing his surna would an leaving the clan, hence, this is not sothing we can decide upon!”

Aux spread out his hands helplessly, bound by the clan’s rules. Even if he personally wanted to disown his son, Jelos would still remain a mber of the Douglas clan.

“We’re already divorced, and the son is raised by . Why does he still follow your Douglas clan’s surna?”

“Madam, since Young Master Jelos carries the Douglas clan’s bloodline, it is natural for the Douglas clan to allocate resources favorably towards him.

The clan has already established a personal bank account for Young Master Jelos at Zijing National Bank. Until the young master cos of age, the clan will deposit one hundred thousand yuan into his account each month as basic living expenses, and depending on the young master’s choices later on, the clan will also provide additional financial aid.”

While this pair, who no longer had any legal relationship, continued to argue, an old man with an aged face but sprightly spirit slowly appeared, speaking out.

“Butler Paris!” Seeing this old person suddenly appear, wearing a butler’s outfit, both Aux and Susanna showed a look of awe on their faces.

The man before them was a butler of the Douglas clan, serving not any specific mber of the Douglas family, but the entire clan, executing the will of the Douglas managent.

“Why have you co?” Aux’s face revealed surprise, as he truly had not expected that a simple divorce from his wife would disturb such a presence in the clan.

“If I didn’t co, our clan might lose a formal mber. To prevent such a loss, is it strange for

to appear here?”

The old man’s face bore a gentle smile, looking at the couple before him. He had no interest in ddling in their ssy affairs. His presence here was to ensure one thing—that Jelos’s status as a clan mber remained absolutely unshakable.

“Jelos’s adaptability is only 64.68%.” Aux responded nonchalantly upon hearing the butler’s words, already having fathered a daughter with an adaptability exceeding 80%, so he looked down upon his son sowhat.

“Heh, Aux, you have done well, giving birth to a talent with an adaptability exceeding 80% for the clan. But that does not justify your disdain for your son. In the entire Zijing Federation, with its population of 2.4 billion, there are fewer than five million people with a Star talent adaptability above 60%, while your own adaptability is only 43.57%.

Your son achieving greater accomplishnts than you is inevitable, and moreover, when he has children, it is possible they will surpass even your daughter’s talent! Therefore, no one can change Jelos’s status as a formal mber!”

This is the basic policy that has allowed the Douglas clan to grow to its current size within the Zijing Alliance to this day, never to give up on any clan mber lightly.

Within the Douglas clan’s rules, only mbers with a Star talent adaptability over 60%, or those who have achieved outstanding success in other domains, are included as formal mbers, entitled to carry the Douglas surna after their nas in public forums.

For those who have not t the talent standards or have not achieved significant success, the Douglas family has not given up on them, as these people are potential stocks. Their lack of initial success does not an that their offspring might not turn out to be geniuses.

Take the present fellow, quite rcenary in nature. Although his talent is sowhat lacking, he has a son and a daughter. His son might be ordinary, but he can fill the core strength of the clan, and what is more important is the talent possessed by his daughter, which is enough to expand the power of the clan once again.

If the clan had looked down upon him for his talent and made him suffer grievances and resentnt, with two children who turned out to be exceptionally talented, that might have led to the Douglas clan gaining two more enemies under his influence.

Therefore, the Douglas clan would rather spend vast sums to cultivate diocre mbers of the family, even the “rice worms,” than to disown them or strip them of their surna.

Supporting these individuals is just a matter of expending so resources. Compared to potential future gains and risks, this expenditure is completely worthwhile.

Thus, Muria’s identity was truly determined. At the legal level, he beca a child without a father, to be raised by his mother, but at the sa ti, he was a formal mber of the Douglas clan, entitled to the resources allocation due to a formal mber.

…

Rumble—

Dark clouds blanketed the sky, with blue-white lightning darting across the gloomy clouds. After several explosive peals of thunder, the pitter-patter of raindrops fell from the clouds. The rain then grew denser and heavier, as if a waterfall in the sky was torrentially pouring toward the city below.

It was in the midst of this downpour that a prolonged and clear bell tolled, lifting the original tranquility of the area into a cacophony of life!

“School’s out!” Muria, having packed up his schoolbag and textbooks, walked out of the classroom following a path people unconsciously cleared for him. Then, amidst the crowd of parents waiting below to pick up their children, he instantly spotted a conspicuously noticeable figure.

There stood a man nearly two ters tall, wearing a black suit and looking very serious, with black sunglasses on his face. Around him was a sizable clearing where no parent desired to get too close to this man, practically inscribed on whose face was “I’m a thug.”

“Young Master, your class has ended?” When Muria descended the school building with the crowd and saw the suit gangster, the suited thug saw Muria too, standing out in the sea of students.

“Yeah! Why are you here?” Muria asked with so displeasure upon seeing this thug who had eagerly co to his side to hold an umbrella for him, because the man was simply too eye-catching and he needed to keep a low profile until he grew up.

“Hehe, Young Master, I know you’re not happy about

escorting you and ensuring your safety to and from school, but this order cos from the lady, and I can’t disobey!”

“What kind of ss has cropped up this ti?” Muria asked, looking up with confusion.

Ever since the parents of his reincarnated body divorced, he had followed his mother away from the capital of the Zijing Federation to a small fourth-tier city in the Zijing Federation.

In this small city, there was a conglorate that controlled various professions, and Muria’s mother was the daughter of the leader of this conglorate. In other words, Muria’s maternal grandfather was a rural tycoon.

He was now attending primary school in this city, receiving what people regarded as education for nobles. As he grew older, Muria was exposed to more of the world and hence learned about things ordinary people couldn’t even fathom.

For instance, humans weren’t the only intelligent race on this planet. Other intelligent creatures also lived in hidden corners of the world or amongst the cities inhabited by humans. And most of these intelligent creatures harbored hostility towards humans.

Living in the capital, he naturally didn’t have to worry about such threats, as the defenses of a world’s overlord-level capital were the strongest, and no different species dared to cause any disturbance there.

However, the situation was different in the small, fourth-tier city where he now resided. Various odd creatures erged every so often, and, despite its backwardness, this place was part of human territory. Any disruptive different species would ultimately be t with bloody suppression.

“So minor spectres have surfaced, but don’t worry, Young Master. They’ll soon be cleaned up!” The suit gangster replied with a grin, apparently unsurprised by Muria’s adult-like thinking.

In fact, during his ti with Muria, he always treated him as an adult, never underestimating him due to his re seven years of age.

After all, the young man before him was a mber of the Douglas family, possessing a more mature mind than peers his age, which wasn’t strange at all.

“That’s good to hear,” Muria nodded, feeling a slight regret in his heart. He had been in this city for several years now and had heard plenty of rumors about the appearance of non-human creatures but had never co into close contact with any.

“Please get in the car, Young Master!” The thug held the umbrella for Muria and approached a luxurious minivan, opening the door for him.

Muria got in without any pretense, and the thug, who was the driver, folded the umbrella and took his seat behind the wheel.

The car started smoothly and slowly exited the congested school grounds. The luxury vehicle, the only one allowed to enter the school during dismissal, took to the streets, flanked by two other cars of the sa model before and behind it, forming a small convoy.

Muria noticed this scene and squinted his eyes, saying nothing. After all, it wasn’t the first ti. However, while previous instances had been uneventful, this ti was different.

Boom!

As the motorcade crossed a large bridge over the river, a violent explosion erupted!