Chapter 625: Chapter 625 The Price of a Daughter
"E...Mason Raymond!" Upon seeing me, Phoebe’s face changed dramatically, turning extremely ugly!
With a slight lift of my finger, I closed the entrance door directly.
"You actually didn’t die!" Phoebe shouted.
I sneered, "Not only did I not die, but I’m also doing quite well now."
Phoebe narrowed his eyes and said, "Heh, picked up a dog’s life by sheer luck; instead of hiding for life, you dare to come to Capital City! Are you seeking death?"
I slowly stood up and said, "Who do you think is more likely to die between us?"
Phoebe hesitated and then shouted, "Arrogant! Do you really think you’re my opponent?!"
Now, Phoebe had already entered the Military Marquis Realm, and was brimming with self-confidence.
Facing me, he showed not the slightest fear, even boldly stepping forward, his fists dancing in his hands, directly targeting my face!
His punch was extremely vicious, with almost all the Inner Strength in his body exploding on his fist!
However, I raised my hand and casually caught his fist.
"What, stepping into Marquis realm, do you think you’re invincible?" I said coldly.
As I spoke, I applied force with my hand, and the sound of Phoebe’s knuckles cracking rang out!
Severe pain made Phoebe wish he could die!
Then, I kicked Phoebe in the lower abdomen, and his body flew backward directly, spitting out a mouthful of blood!
Phoebe wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. He gritted his teeth and said, "Mason Raymond, don’t be cocky. The Capital City Martial Arts Association won’t let you get away with this. Tomorrow, I’ll definitely invite a Peak Military Marquis to personally crush you!"
"Do you think I’ll give you that chance?" I said coldly.
Phoebe cursed silently and tried to run.
"Daddy..." At this moment, a little girl’s voice came from inside the room.
Phoebe’s face changed drastically!
"Da... daughter!" Phoebe turned back in panic and rushed to the little girl in three quick steps.
"This is your daughter? She looks quite adorable," I said with a smirk.
Phoebe’s body tensed, and he said fearfully, "Mason Raymond, what do you want to do? This has nothing to do with my daughter. If you touch one finger of my daughter, I’ll never let you go!"
I sneered, "Don’t worry, as long as you answer some questions for me, I promise not to touch your daughter."
"You! You’re despicable!" Phoebe yelled angrily.
I said coldly, "If you don’t want to get beaten in front of your daughter, you’d better answer my questions honestly."
Phoebe was deeply frightened. His wife was just an ordinary person and couldn’t withstand the force of his Inner Strength.
As a result, Phoebe’s wife died shortly after giving birth to their daughter.
For Phoebe, his daughter was everything.
He gritted his teeth and then looked at the little girl, trying to stay calm, "Daughter, go back to your room first. Can Dad talk to this uncle for a moment?"
The little girl nodded and said, "Daddy, then you rest early."
After that, she turned around and went back to her room.
"Your daughter is so well-behaved," I said with a smile.
Phoebe looked at me coldly and said, "What do you want to ask?"
"Tell me everything you know about the Capital City Martial Arts Association," I said coldly.
"If you dare to lie, I can’t guarantee what I’ll do."
Phoebe’s face turned cold, then he sneered, "Mason Raymond, I don’t believe you would hurt a child!"
Hearing this, a surge of rage rose in my heart!
I stood up furiously, grabbed Phoebe by the throat and said through gritted teeth, "Why shouldn’t I want to be a kindhearted man? But you, the Capital City Martial Arts Association, kidnapped my wife and used every means to put me to death, making my survival a struggle!"
"If it weren’t for you bastards, who would want to be a heartless killer?"
"Don’t you dare stand on moral high ground and judge me!"
As I spoke, the strength in my hand increased, almost making Phoebe suffocate.
I stared intently at Phoebe and finally released my grip.
"Speak, tell me everything you know. Dare to lie, and I’ll kill you," I said coldly.
Feeling the murderous aura emanating from me, Phoebe became truly terrified.
He had no doubt that I might do something crazy!
So, Phoebe poured himself a glass of water and began to slowly tell what he knew.
Through Phoebe’s account, I learned that the chairman of the Capital City Martial Arts Association wasn’t the highest administrator.
Behind them were eight senior officials, but Phoebe didn’t know their identities.
"We just execute everything passed down from the high-level meetings," Phoebe said.
I asked coldly, "What exactly are these so-called high-levels’ strength and identity?"
Phoebe shook his head, "I don’t know, just... their strength is far above ours."
At this point, I looked at Phoebe and asked, "Tell me, is there currently a Martial Saint in the Capital City Martial Arts Association?"
Martial Saint, it was an existence that couldn’t be provoked.
Once encountered, one might die in confrontation.
Phoebe hesitated for a moment and replied, "I’m not sure, but finding a Martial Saint isn’t difficult for the Capital City Martial Arts Association."
This inevitably made my face somewhat ugly.
I didn’t expect that the Capital City Martial Arts Association really had Martial Saint Realm status.
"In addition, we also have a large number of Martial Saint Implements," Phoebe continued.
"Initially, the order to kill you was handed down. If Hawk Thompson failed, we would have sent a Martial Marquis Weapon to kill you directly to eliminate future troubles."
I nodded.
As I thought, my actions had already touched the bottom line of the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
Besides this, Phoebe also told me the overall strength levels of the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
For example, those wearing white robes were the most common members. The next level was Phoebe’s tier, and a level higher than that were those wearing black and gold robes, like Hawk Thompson.
All who wore black and gold robes were outstanding among the Marquis, with exceptional strength.
Above the black and gold robes were the purple robes, the most elite force of the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
"By the way, I heard that your Capital City Martial Arts Association has produced three geniuses, claimed to be newly built super-strong cultivators. What’s the deal with that, what methods were used?" I looked at Phoebe.
Mentioning this topic, Phoebe’s face immediately became extremely ugly.
He hesitated for a long time but didn’t say a word.
"Phoebe, you better not play tricks on me," my fingers flashed menacingly as I said coldly.
Phoebe clenched his teeth and said, "I can tell you, but you have to promise not to vent your anger on me or my daughter."
