Lin Yilin Er heard the commotion and quickly ran over, drawing their sabers to hold up the Dragon Rider bound by the Dragon Binding Rope.
The other two teams of Lin family death warriors also immediately controlled the entourage from the Great British Special Zone.
The servants of Lin Zhan's villa were also transferred from the royal court to serve Lin Zhan. Seeing the situation, they all drew their weapons and joined in.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that none of them were below the Platinum level. And the villa's butler, that usually jovial old man, was actually wielding a great saber identical to Cheng Ying's, his aura as a clan-guarding quasi-king suppressing the entire scene.
Lin Zhan looked at the entire scene in a daze. The situation not only startled the Great British contingent but also confused Lin Zhan himself.
Where did this guy find so many formidable individuals? And that old man with the great saber, he looked like a hardened veteran, even tougher than the tough guys.
Lin Zhan then approached the old butler with a sly grin and said, "Old sir, why are you so fierce and hiding here? How many more masters does our Lin family have? It's like a never-ending stream."
The old butler looked at Lin Zhan with a mysterious smile. "Do you really want to know? Heh heh, I'm not telling you, haha, are you angry, kid?"
Lin Zhan was intently waiting for the old butler's answer, but this unexpected move by the old man almost made Lin Zhan pass out from frustration.
He then looked at the old butler with a dejected expression and said, "Old sir, at your age, is it really okay to be so mischievous?"
Lancelot had been slowly gathering his momentum when the Dragon Rider was bound, but upon seeing the old butler appear with a great saber, he instantly deflated like a leaky balloon.
The old butler looked at Lancelot with a smile. "What, scared? It seems you recognize me. My brother is indeed dead, but the old man is still here. You two shameless old fellows, daring to bully my Lin family's juniors like this, and teasing my Lin family's eldest grandson's wife, do you think my Lin family has no one?"
The Dragon Rider looked at the imposing old man with confusion, not sure who he was talking about. Who was teasing your eldest grandson's wife? I just said a few polite words, and this is like the whole family coming to extort us!
Lancelot looked at the smiling Old Butler and could only say helplessly, "Lin Xiang, I didn't expect you to still be alive. I admit defeat this time. Do as you please."
William, seeing the tense standoff between the two parties, quickly interjected, "What else can we do? Pay money! Our royal family isn't short of money anyway. I told you not to bring this impulsive idiot of an uncle, but you didn't listen. Now look what happened. Just pay up, no more talk."
William then turned to Lin Zhan and said, "Big brother, name your price. We can pay by weight or by piece, our family isn't short of money."
As soon as he spoke, Lancelot felt his head buzz. He glared at William and thought to himself, when did the King of Knights become blind to choose such a foolish successor?
William felt Lancelot's gaze and said dismissively, "Ancestor, don't look at me like that. This is all your fault. This time, just watch me. I'll handle this."
Before Lancelot could agree, William turned to Lin Zhan and said, "Big brother, we're all family. I won't be polite. I'm here to ask for your help. To put it bluntly, I'll pay, and you'll provide the effort."
Lin Zhan looked at William curiously. "Holy hell, you've grown bold, brother! Are you planning to bypass these two old guys and take charge? Tell me, what's so important that you came all this way?"
William nodded. "The first matter is that the King of Knights of our Great British Special Zone royal family is about to ascend to King, but those American brats disagree. They'll definitely stab us in the back. Although they're not very useful, they have connections to their fathers. Their races all have Kings. So, after much deliberation, they plan to hire some of your ancestors to help them hold the fort."
"The second matter is that I'm afraid someone will try to get rid of me, so I plan to stay here for a while. Oh, and my idiot uncle here, although he's a brute, he's a genuine Great British royal bloodline, and his inheritance right is even before mine."
"These were the two matters originally. Now, this damn thing has turned into a sequel. My idiot uncle offended big sister-in-law and you've captured him. Although his inheritance is before mine, I can't just kill him to take over, can I? I have to pay to redeem him."
"I heard from Adam that your ransom prices have increased. So I'll go by his price, which is 100 Lord-level crystal cores. If it's more than that, Big Brother, just kill him. He's not worth more than that."
Lin Zhan and the others were stunned by William's barrage of words. However, Lin Shao's financial acumen was keen, and he immediately smelled money.
Lancelot panted heavily, looking exasperated at Lin Zhan and said, "It's pretty much as William said. Go call your ancestors here. Otherwise, you can't make decisions on these matters."
Seeing the situation, Lin Zhan quickly nodded. "I thought it was a bigger deal. Tell me, how many King-level ancestors do you need to hold the fort? The price varies with strength."
Just as Lancelot was about to speak, a King-level pressure descended upon the entire scene. Lin family's second grand elder Lin Wufa, Emperor Wu of Han Liu Che, Emperor Guangwu of Han Liu Xiu, God of War Han Xin, God of the Tang Dynasty Li Jing, and five other Huaxia King-level ancestors directly appeared.
The bound Dragon Rider looked bewildered and said, "Aren't there only two Kings in Huaxia? Why are there so many Kings?"
Lancelot and William glared at the Dragon Rider upon hearing his words.
Then they exchanged glances. William said, "Ancestor, when we go back, remove my uncle's right of succession to the throne. Otherwise, he'll ruin Great Britain."
Lancelot didn't speak but nodded in agreement.
Lin Xiang saw his father Lin Wufa and hurriedly ran over, bowing. "Father, you're back."
Lin Zhan was surprised and then looked at Lin Wufa. "Second Great Grandfather, what's going on?"
Lin Wufa looked at Lin Zhan and said, "Zhan'er, Lin Xiang is my son, and the eldest brother of Xiaotian's generation. During the surprise attack on the myriad races, he was severely injured and close to death. The ancestor personally sealed him in a golden coffin to save his life. It's also thanks to your elixirs that he could revive."
Lin Zhan quickly pulled Zhang Lingxiu and bowed to Lin Xiang. "Greetings, Grandpa Xiang."