Chapter 571: Chapter 571 One Man Army
I stared at the video screen, my entire body shaking uncontrollably!
A bone-chilling killing intent exploded from within me!
This overwhelming murderous aura blasted the mustached man and his companions backward!
"Mabel..." I whispered, trembling as my eyes turned blood-red, looking like some feral beast stripped of all reason!
"Friend, you’re terrifying," the mustached man said, quickly jumping aside to avoid getting caught in my rage.
I grabbed my phone and immediately dialed the number that had sent the message.
The call connected fast, and a somewhat familiar male voice answered.
"Who is this? Where did you get this video? And where’s Mabel right now!" I bellowed my questions.
A careful voice responded from the other end.
"Mason Raymond, this is Soren Sean," he said through the phone.
"Soren Sean..." I muttered under my breath.
I hadn’t expected Mabel’s father to be the caller.
The fury inside me couldn’t be contained, and I yelled, "Soren Sean! You pathetic coward, doesn’t it tear you apart seeing Mabel tortured like this? Are you planning to stay Logan Sean’s lapdog forever!"
Despite my harsh words, Soren Sean didn’t lose his temper.
"Mason Raymond, I don’t have any options left," he said grimly.
"Logan Sean has always held tremendous influence, and he’s been scheming to lead the Sean family for years."
"I’ve been pushed to the sidelines now. Even though I’m supposedly one of the four decision-makers in the Sean family, I’m really just a powerless figurehead."
I stayed quiet, letting Soren Sean speak.
He continued, "Ever since Logan Sean took control of the Sean family, he stopped caring whether Mabel lives or dies."
"When the Capital City Martial Arts Association took Mabel this time, Logan Sean didn’t lift a finger. Nobody in the whole Sean family knows what’s happening to Mabel or what she’s going through."
"I had to use every connection I had just to get this video."
Soren Sean’s voice was heavy with grief and anguish, even shaking slightly.
"Mason Raymond, I’m withdrawing all my prejudices against you," Soren Sean said with a trembling voice.
"Mabel is my only daughter, and you’re the only person I can turn to now..."
"Mason Raymond, please save Mabel no matter what it takes... I’m begging you..."
Soren Sean finally broke down crying softly over the phone.
My face turned ice-cold with rage.
I took a deep breath and said, "You don’t need to ask. Whatever it takes, I’m going to save Mabel."
After saying that, I ended the call.
I breathed deeply, but the anger burning inside me wouldn’t die down.
"Mustached man, take these two to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion." I pulled out my Elder Token and handed it to him.
When he took the token, the mustached man’s eyes lit up, and he grinned, "Friend, this is an Elder Token from the Divine Alchemist Pavilion! Aren’t you worried I might steal it and disappear? Or use it for something bad?"
I gave him a cold stare and said, "Then I’ll kill you."
The mustached man shuddered, rolling his eyes, and said, "Just kidding, no need to get so worked up."
"So what’s your plan? I’ve got something important to tell you." The mustached man said with a mysterious air.
He leaned closer and whispered, "This is huge news! Even the Capital City Martial Arts Association doesn’t know about it yet!"
I said coldly, "I’m heading to the Martial Arts Association. Nothing matters more than rescuing Mabel."
"Mabel?" The mustached man rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Clearly, he’d heard Mabel Sean’s name before.
"Heroes always fall for beautiful women," the mustached man mumbled.
I had no patience for his rambling. Every time I remembered that video scene, my heart burned with pain.
"Capital City Martial Arts Association..." I ground my teeth together.
Right now, my hatred had reached its breaking point!
Not just toward the Capital City Martial Arts Association, but the Sean family too!
"I’ll make you pay, make you all pay!" I nearly broke my teeth from clenching so hard!
That same night, I went straight to the airport and flew to the Capital City.
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As the most powerful authority in today’s martial arts world, virtually no one dares to challenge the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
At least in martial arts circles, no one would choose to make enemies with the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
Yet no one could have predicted that a young man was heading alone to confront the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
At daybreak.
The area surrounding the Capital City Martial Arts Association lay silent.
But within this silence lurked an underlying tension.
"Time to switch shifts," two people emerged from the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
The other two yawned and said, "I’ve been drowsy forever, you guys take over now."
Looking closely, these gate guards were actually at Peak Grandmaster level!
This alone demonstrated the Capital City Martial Arts Association’s incredible power!
They were on guard duty, which was really just standing watch, since no one had attempted to storm the Capital City Martial Arts Association in years.
However, at that moment, a figure walked directly toward the entrance.
His body radiated murderous energy, and even from miles away, you could feel the intense cold!
Though he was alone, he carried the presence of an entire army!
"Who are you? Halt!" The two guards shouted immediately.
My expression was frigid, and I said nothing.
"Stop right there!" The two men grew angry, stepping forward together!
"This is a restricted area of the Capital City Martial Arts Association! No one’s allowed near!"
"If you don’t want to die, get lost!"
I looked at both men coldly and said, "Move aside."
The two men exchanged glances, then sneered, "Looks like you’ve lost your mind. Do you realize where you are? This is..."
"Crack!"
Before he could finish his sentence, I crushed his head with one punch!
The other guard’s face went white instantly, his body trembling.
"You..."
"Leave." I spoke just one word.
The guard didn’t dare say another word and simply turned and fled.
I said nothing more and walked straight toward the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
This was my first time entering the Capital City Martial Arts Association, and the moment I stepped inside, I felt an overwhelming sense of pressure.
