Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 725 Do You Want to Rebel?!_1

Chapter 725: Chapter 725 Do You Want to Rebel?!_1

In the concert hall, Young Regiment Leader Sedor of the Sharvey Band lounged in his seat with his legs crossed, eagerly watching the graceful and seductive dancers on the stage.

The beauties giggled at him, and threw suggestive glances while dancing provocatively, enticingly.

Yvonne, who was nearby, was so engrossed that his eyes glazed over, and drool practically flowed from his mouth.

Everything was so beautiful.

Suddenly, the clear sound of the piano struck up, startling the master and servant duo.

Sedor glared towards a corner of the stage where, in the interplay of light and shadow, Yegor’s arms rose and fell as he played a piece of music—

"Fate"!

As the Young Regiment Leader of the Sharvey Band, Sedor was naturally familiar with this powerful piece.

"Good for you, you old bastard, I asked for accompaniment, and you play ’Fate’ for me, not letting me enjoy myself, huh!" Sedor ground his teeth in anger.

"I’ll get him to change the piece!" Yvonne made to move.

"No!" Sedor raised his arm to stop him, and with a cold laugh looked over, "Let him play!"

"He wants to roar, to shout, to fight against fate? I’ll let him see that in the material world, he can’t change anything! Even if they dance, they must wear their shackles for me!" Sedor’s eyes were cold, a smile on his lips, and as he reached the end of his sentence, he muttered to himself, "No matter what you play, you’re just providing music for a striptease!"

"That’s his fate, and he still wants to defy it!" Yvonne sneered, speaking in a hushed tone, "If it were just him, the old geezer might really go for broke, but we’ve tied his fate to his band’s, and this move—it’s pure genius! Loyalty is the shackle he will never escape in this life!"

The pair laughed heartily at each other.

Caught in the midst of the converging light and shadows, Yegor, however, was intensely focused, his expression solemn, looking at no one and nothing, completely engrossed in his performance.

His emotion and the music of "Fate" reached an unparalleled degree of synergy at that moment.

That sense of rage, struggle, and defiance was impactful and moving for anyone who listened.

On stage, even the dancers began to be affected by the music, their movements growing erratic, their attention captured by the melody; some in the back even stopped altogether.

"Why have you stopped dancing? Dance!" Sedor, seeing this, immediately shouted displeasedly.

The command of the Young Regiment Leader compelled a few dancers to resume their performance, but it was half-hearted, lacking the allure from before.

"Damn it, what is this nonsense!" Sedor stood up furiously, ready to scold everyone.

Suddenly, he noticed.

From behind the stage, people began to slowly emerge, gazing at Yegor playing the piano with serious expressions, intently feeling the soulful impact of the music.

"These are all members of Yegor’s team!" exclaimed Yvonne in surprise.

"All of you, get back, get off the stage now!" Sedor barked.

The people ignored him.

Some glanced at him silently, then turned back towards Yegor.

"Has everyone gone mad? Not even listening to my orders now?"

In his anger, Sedor marched onto the stage, with Yvonne quickly following behind.

"Young Regiment Leader Sedor told you to get back, didn’t you hear him?" Yvonne rushed ahead two steps, yelling at the people with fury.

Many gave him a cold glance, their eyes filled with suppressed ferocity.

Yvonne instantly lost his nerve.

"What, are you all rebelling now!" Sedor roared again.

In his view, in front of these people, he absolutely couldn’t show fear; otherwise, they would take advantage and push even further!

The piano music stopped abruptly.

Yegor stood up, his expression stern, "Young Regiment Leader Sedor, I have met all of your demands! Now that they want to listen to music, is that not allowed? You’re being too much!"

"Are you lecturing me, Yegor?" Sedor chuckled coldly.

Face to face with a rational Yegor, he wasn’t afraid at all. Even if others were irrational, the sensible Yegor would stop them!

With his sense of invulnerability, Sedor chuckled heartily, "Even in our UE Country, the only ones who can scold me are your chairman and my father Viktor; no one else is qualified! But my father, having only me as a son, has never scolded me no matter what I’ve done, whether making a dancer perform a risqué dance or having a pianist play music for a striptease. He absolutely wouldn’t scold me, and he wouldn’t even blame me!"

"In this distant East, there’s no one who can control me even more so!"

Sedor’s voice roared like a mighty lion, full of boundless pride.

"You’re still unaware, Mr. Yegor has a local friend who dared to speak arrogantly to the Young Regiment Leader! Even dared to threaten us, huh, if you have any methods, just bring it on! If anyone can make our Young Regiment Leader suffer a loss, I will personally gnaw on that chair!"

Yvonne echoed with a hearty laugh, pointing at the chair far below the stage, and then arrogantly pointed at the one next to Yegor, which was even more cumbersome.

"God is watching you, never say things too absolutely!" someone retorted angrily.

"This is the East, there’s a different group of gods here, God won’t see this, my friend," Yvonne laughed wildly.

As he was speaking, Sedor’s cellphone suddenly started ringing.

He took it out, glanced at it, and found that it was a call from his own father Viktor.

Sedor immediately showed the caller ID to everyone, "You were just about to rebel, right, fine! Don’t let me be the only one who knows, come, let your chairman also listen to the voices of your protest!"

With that, Sedor answered the call and switched to speakerphone, smiling as he held up his cellphone for everyone to listen.

"Sedor, you son of a bitch! Little beast, what the hell have you done in the East? Do you want me to stuff your head in a toilet and whip your ass with a flogging stick, you bastard!"

Viktor roared in anger, his voice thundering, and even with the distance of thousands of miles, his fury was formidable.

Everyone was stunned.

Sedor’s smile froze on his face.

Yvonne’s eyes were wide with dumbfounded shock.

Even Yegor was incredibly astonished.

Sedor, who always claimed even his own father wouldn’t scold him, was now being cursed at in the worst way, looking like Viktor would have slapped him if he were there.

Recovering, Sedor quickly closed the speaker and walked away in a panic to continue the call.

With all eyes on him, Sedor cried out in shock repeatedly.

"What!" "Impossible!" "What!" "How could this be!"

Yegor, Yvonne, and the rest, all exchanged glances, their faces a mix of shock and bewilderment.

What terrible event had occurred!

And it was connected with Young Regiment Leader Sedor!

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have caused Chairman Viktor such rage.

"I warned you, God is watching," someone muttered.

"Yes, yes, alright, I understand, I’ll handle it right away!"

Sedor ended the call quickly and rushed over to Yegor’s side.

His face bore a smile that was part cry, part laugh, which ultimately turned into a sycophantic plea.

"Mr. Yegor, that local friend of yours, could you please make a call to him for me!" Sedor’s face was bitter, "Just say, I want to apologize and ask for his forgiveness!"