Chapter 145: Chapter 145 - Fallen Schemer
Daxon Lucas rose from the ground, his eyes fixed on the cell phone in the person in charge’s hands. Things had escalated to this point, and panic had completely overtaken him.
"Still not admitting it?" the Deputy Chief asked, his expression ice-cold.
"What a defiant mouth you have," Ryker Steele said as he snatched the phone and pressed play.
Recorded messages began playing:
"That Mason Raymond is just a useless loser. How dare such a loser defy me, I can’t just let him off!"
"You can rest assured, I’m a top-notch person in the battle zone, well-connected! Who dares to cross me?"
"This time, I will make Mason Raymond kneel before me and beg me, otherwise, I’ll make his factory unable to continue operating!"
Everyone’s faces turned gloomy hearing these recordings. Even the Deputy Chief’s face showed touches of anger.
"Shame, it’s simply a disgrace!" the Deputy Chief bellowed in anger. "We of the Chuzzle Battle Zone even have this kind of scum, my face has been completely lost because of you!"
Seeing the Deputy Chief’s reaction, Daxon Lucas dropped to his knees with a thump, pleading desperately, "Deputy... Deputy Chief, I didn’t know Mason Raymond is your esteemed guest, I... made a mistake..."
"So you mean if I were just an ordinary person, then it would be justifiable for you to move against me, is that right?" I asked coldly.
"No... no, I absolutely didn’t mean that!" Daxon Lucas hurriedly waved his hand. He gritted his teeth and said, "Blame Lyla Lucas! It was she who made me do this. She said she wanted me to take revenge for her, it has nothing to do with me!"
"A person with poor character and lack of responsibility doesn’t deserve to stay in the battle zone at all," I said coldly.
Commander Gordon promptly stepped forward. "Mason Raymond, don’t worry, I will immediately expel him from the battle zone and hold him legally accountable!"
"No... don’t, I know I was wrong, Commander, please forgive me this once..." Daxon Lucas pleaded desperately. He had worked hard to reach his current position, and being knocked back now, he was naturally unwilling.
But unfortunately, the Deputy Chief wouldn’t give him a chance.
"Get him out of here right away, this embarrassing man!" the Deputy Chief ordered coldly.
Several soldiers stepped forward, grabbed Daxon Lucas’s arms, and escorted him to the car.
"Mason Raymond, I am really sorry. I didn’t expect there to be such scum in the battle zone causing you trouble." The Deputy Chief personally stepped forward and shook hands with me.
I politely replied, "Deputy Chief, you’re being too serious. Let’s sit inside."
"Alright." The Deputy Chief didn’t stand on ceremony, nodding as we went into the office together.
After sitting down, I personally brewed a cup of tea for us.
"Ah, I originally wanted to invite you to the Chuzzle Battle Zone, but now it seems I don’t have the face to say those words." The Deputy Chief caressed his teacup and shook his head.
I laughed and said, "Deputy Chief, it has nothing to do with this matter. I don’t want to go to the battle zone for the time being. Thank you for your kind intentions."
The Deputy Chief didn’t press further. He nodded, then changed the subject: "Mason Raymond, your Soul Nourishment Pill is a key project of concern to the province. It’s said that the Soul Nourishment Pill has been taken to the province for research study as a typical case!"
Hearing this, I asked somewhat surprised, "Deputy Chief, are you serious?"
"Of course!" The Deputy Chief laughed.
Elder Drake, sitting next to him, quickly chimed in, "Mr. Raymond, the Commander is right. Do you remember the Traditional Medicine Conference?"
I nodded. "To be honest, I came to the factory this time for the Traditional Medicine Conference."
Mr. Drake breathed a sigh of relief, smiling. "That’s good, that’s good. I have submitted all the documents for you."
The Deputy Chief asked curiously, "The Traditional Medicine Conference?"
"Commander, do you know about the Traditional Medicine Conference?" I asked in surprise.
The Deputy Chief laughed heartily. "Of course. Although traditional medicine has declined in recent years, the Traditional Medicine Conference is still very important to the authorities."
He looked at Commander Gordon and said, "If the Soul Nourishment Pill is submitted, Mason Raymond should be able to get a guaranteed spot in the finals, right?"
Commander Gordon shook his head. "Deputy Chief, I don’t know much about this..."
"I will ask when I go back," the Deputy Chief muttered to himself.
I scratched my head, looking a bit embarrassed. "I really didn’t expect that a simple Soul Nourishment Pill would have such a big impact," I muttered to myself.
"Mason Raymond, this Soul Nourishment Pill must have cost you a lot of effort, hasn’t it?" the Deputy Chief asked casually.
I replied somewhat embarrassed, "To tell the truth, this Soul Nourishment Pill was just something I refined casually..."
This wasn’t false; the Soul Nourishment Pill was the simplest one in my inherited pill technique, so it wasn’t worth mentioning at all.
The Deputy Chief laughed, clearly not believing me. But he didn’t say anything. In his view, it’s not a bad thing for a young man to have a bit of vanity.
Half an hour later, the Deputy Chief and his party prepared to leave the factory.
Before leaving, the Deputy Chief instructed, "Mason Raymond, you must keep making strides forward in the future. I have high hopes for you."
"Yeah, our Deputy Chief said you might become the next Ignacio Richard!" Ari Steele winked and said.
"Ari!" Commander Gordon’s brow furrowed slightly, and he stared fiercely at Ari Steele.
Ari Steele stuck out his tongue and immediately covered his mouth.
They didn’t stay long, said their goodbyes, and left the factory.
I touched my chin, murmuring softly, "Ignacio Richard... how come I’ve never heard this name."
After returning to the office, I looked at Mr. Drake and asked, "When does the Traditional Medicine Conference begin approximately?"
Mr. Drake immediately replied, "I took the initiative half a month ago and submitted your documents. About a week later, the Traditional Medicine Conference will officially begin."
I nodded silently, stood up and said, "Mr. Drake, I would appreciate it if you could guide me at that time."
Mr. Drake hurriedly waved his hands. "You’re joking! Your achievements far surpass mine. You should be guiding me."
All people obsessed with some study seem to be like this. They don’t value age; they value achievements. Like Mr. Drake, and like Ari Steele.
I didn’t stay long at the factory and quickly returned to Longyue Community.
When I got home, I found Kaela Damon and the Lucas Family standing at my door.
"What are they here for?" I furrowed my brow slightly and walked over.
"What are you doing at my house?" I asked with a cold face.
Seeing me, Christian Lucas went crazy, charging at me like a madman.
"You bastard, you actually hurt my son! Do you know how many sacrifices my son has made!" Christian Lucas said through gritted teeth.
Hearing his words, I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. "Your son can’t make it himself, and now you’re blaming me?" I replied coldly.
"Go to hell, you must take responsibility!" Christian Lucas gritted his teeth.
Holmes Lucas also said viciously, "You hurt my daughter without saying, now you want to hurt my nephew. Because of you, our Lucas family is now in a precarious state. You tell me what to do!"
