Chapter 392: Chapter 392 - Stolen Territory
After I killed Mr. Adams, I returned to the stone tablet near River Town.
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Victor Green and Mya Winona stood there, unsure of what to do next. With their abilities, they couldn’t possibly keep up with Mason Raymond.
"I hope Mr. Raymond is okay..." Victor Green gulped nervously, his voice shaking with worry.
Mya shot him a fierce look and snapped, "Keep your bad luck to yourself!"
Victor Green mumbled under his breath, "I’m just worried it might be a trap..."
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As they talked, I slowly walked back from the distance.
"Let’s move," I said flatly.
Victor Green rushed over to me and asked carefully, "Mr. Raymond, did you... finish him off?"
"Yeah." I gave a simple nod.
Mya couldn’t contain her amazement, "That was a Peak Form Grandmaster... incredible!"
I ignored her comment and started walking ahead.
"Where to now, Mr. Raymond?" Victor Green asked.
"White City," I replied.
I had set up a spiritual energy gathering formation in White City before, and nearly a year had passed since then.
By this time, the formation should have collected a good amount of qi, so it was time for me to go back and see how it was doing.
The next day.
The three of us rushed back to White City from River Town.
I had originally placed the spiritual energy gathering formation in a tourist area, so after all this time, there should have been plenty of visitors.
But to my shock, I discovered that this place hadn’t opened for business at all.
Looking at all the completed facilities inside, I couldn’t help but feel confused.
"How can it still not be open after so long?" I frowned.
When we reached the entrance, security quickly blocked my path.
"This place isn’t open to the public, so you’ll need to go somewhere else," the guard said.
I pointed toward the tourist area and said, "I’m Mason Raymond, and I own this place."
"The owner?" The man scratched his head, looking puzzled.
I didn’t bother with him and continued asking, "This place was finished a year ago, right? Why hasn’t it opened?"
The man said, "It seems like it got taken over by someone, so the opening got pushed back."
"Taken over? By who?" I asked.
The man laughed awkwardly, "Don’t ask me about that stuff, I’m just the doorman."
I said nothing more and led Victor Green and the others inside.
The doorman quickly stopped me and said, "You need to sign in first, just in case something happens."
I nodded, followed the man to the security office, signed my name, and then headed toward the spiritual energy gathering formation.
Soon, the three of us reached the area near the spiritual energy gathering formation.
At my request, this section had been rebuilt.
High walls surrounded it, and there was a decent-sized villa inside for resting.
I walked to the entrance and tried to push the door, but found it was locked.
"Someone actually locked my own house?" I was instantly furious. I grabbed the iron lock and snapped it in half with my bare hands.
The door opened, but to my surprise, there wasn’t a trace of spiritual energy here!
Nearly a year of spiritual energy gathering, and I couldn’t sense any spiritual energy? How was that possible?
"Who said you could come in!"
Right then, a middle-aged man quickly walked toward me.
I stared coldly at this middle-aged man and said, "I should be asking you that. Who gave you permission to enter my house without my consent?"
"Your house?" The middle-aged man looked me up and down.
"This place was taken over long ago and now belongs to our River North Martial Arts Association’s base! Still your house?" The middle-aged man sneered.
"The River North Martial Arts Association’s base? You took over my house without my permission? Who gave you that authority?" My face grew colder.
The middle-aged man said impatiently, "Stop the nonsense, get out of here, or don’t blame me for getting rough!"
As he finished speaking, he reached out to shove me away.
I immediately caught his wrist and threw him out.
The middle-aged man hit the ground hard, pain shooting through his entire body.
"You...you dare hit me? Do you know who I am?" The middle-aged man roared in anger.
I looked at him coldly and said, "Go back and tell your association president to come apologize to me, and we’ll talk about compensation."
"Fine, fine! You just wait, you just wait and see!" The middle-aged man pointed at me and ran off.
"Damn, the River North Martial Arts Association is really bullying people." Victor Green couldn’t help but curse.
I said coldly, "They’ve been squatting in my house and using my spiritual energy gathering formation. They better give me a proper explanation."
After saying that, I turned and walked into the villa.
This large villa wasn’t empty - various furniture and equipment had been moved in.
There were things like a private theater, gym, and everything else you could want.
At first glance, it looked like a vacation retreat.
"These bastards really know how to live it up." Victor Green grumbled while sprawling on the massage chair.
Mya, however, seemed somewhat uncomfortable, standing there looking uncertain.
I glanced at her and said, "Pick a room for yourself to rest in. From now on, you two will stay here temporarily."
I chose this place because the natural spiritual energy here was quite abundant, and the space was large enough.
Since it hadn’t opened for business, I simply decided to remove the entire tourist area and convert it into residential housing.
As for what I specifically wanted to do, no one knew.
While inspecting the villa, I discovered personal clothing in several rooms.
These clothes were carelessly tossed on tables and beds, looking quite inappropriate.
I frowned, and a flash of displeasure crossed my face.
After the River North Martial Arts Association took over this place, did they use it for these things?
They were completely out of control!
After cleaning up these inappropriate items, I finally lay down on the sofa.
I took out my phone and opened the Martial Arts Forum.
On the forum, there were still discussions about me.
Most of these discussions revolved around keywords like "son-in-law of the Sean family," "Master of Medicine God Pavilion," "from the bottom to the top," and so on.
My climb up the stairway to heaven was still admired by some even after all this time.
Seeing these posts, a faint smile appeared on my lips.
"With this kind of popularity, it’s about time to make some moves," I thought to myself.
After going through so many experiences, I understood one truth:
The power of one person is ultimately limited. I could live comfortably on my own, but if I wanted to bring down the aristocratic families of Capital City, it would never be possible with just my own strength.
Therefore, I also planned to gather my own team and power.
At this moment, I saw a post.
The title of the post was "Pyro’s Martial Artists Potential List."
