Chapter 629: Chapter 629 Hung On The Main Gate
Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look!
"Mason Raymond?!" Sybil Cooper was momentarily stunned before he burst into laughter.
In no time, the entire office was filled with mocking laughter.
"Never mind that Mason Raymond is already dead, even if he wasn’t, do you really think he would be capable of doing it?" Cooper sneered.
Even more so, Alberto Sean scoffed: "If even I can’t achieve it, how could Mason Raymond possibly do it?"
No one took this guess seriously, dismissing it with laughter. Mason Raymond might have been talented, but they didn’t believe he could rise to such power.
And to them, Mason Raymond was already dead.
"At least we have a new Blood Heir." Barker laughed.
"A new heir?" Alberto Sean inquired with a slight frown.
Sybil Cooper nodded: "Indeed. The previous three brothers only inherited about 10%, but the compatibility of this new heir is incredibly high, absurdly reaching up to 40%!"
Alberto Sean’s face slightly changed.
40%? The previous three brothers had already posed a threat to him.
Isn’t this new 40% heir going to be much stronger?
"You’re not strangers here, so I don’t mind sharing this." Cooper continued.
"The high-level decision is to select candidates nationwide, and pick the one with the highest compatibility.
If the compatibility could reach 80%, their power would be unimaginable."
Having heard this, a sense of unease rose within Alberto Sean. Looking at Cooper, he requested in a cold voice: "President Cooper, please arrange a blood bath for me as soon as possible."
Cooper seemed to have expected this and, thus, didn’t look surprised.
"Rest assured, we’ve already prepared for you. You come here and wait for me tomorrow morning," said Cooper.
Alberto Sean nodded and without saying more, turned and left.
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In a suburban house in Capital City.
I removed my black robe and put on a set of clean clothes.
"No one should be able to guess my identity," I thought secretly.
I purposely didn’t use my fists, but chose a bronze sword instead.
That way, no one would suspect me.
"This bronze sword... It’s stronger than I imagined," I thought quietly.
I had slashed Isolde with just one sword swipe, which was unexpected even for myself.
However, I knew that my true identity would eventually be exposed.
For that reason, I must take advantage of this time to strengthen myself while thoroughly researching the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
By evening, news of the Martial Arts Association recruiting nationwide was circulating.
Moreover, they announced proudly that they had recruited stronger cultivators whose power surpassed the Steward’s three brothers!
Upon seeing this news, my face turned extremely cold.
Recruiting nationwide? How much blood would this require?!
I was well aware that this blood was being sourced from Mabel Sean!
The more blood they took, the more Mabel would suffer!
I clenched my teeth so tightly that they were on the verge of shattering!
After a while, I eventually relaxed my tightly clenched fist.
That same night.
I once again visited Phoebe Billy.
Upon seeing me sitting on his sofa, Phoebe’s face turned unpleasant.
With a cold expression, he said, "Mason Raymond, why are you here again?"
I took a cigarette from the table and lit it, slowly saying: "I’ll be coming often."
This made Phoebe’s forehead bulge with a vein as he snapped, "Mason Raymond! You killed the Steward’s three brothers and attracted attention! You’re implicating me, do you understand!"
I chuckled coldly, "Phoebe, do you think you have any other choice? If the Capital City Martial Arts Association finds out you gave me their location, do you think they would forgive you?"
Phoebe was at a loss for words, his face pale.
"Once I overthrow the Capital City Martial Arts Association, I will remember this favor," I said as I released a smoke ring.
Phoebe couldn’t help but laugh sarcastically. "It would be good enough if you could rescue Mabel Sean, yet you dare to dream of overthrowing the Capital City Martial Arts Association?"
I glanced at Phoebe coldly and said, "Not only am I going to overthrow the Capital City Martial Arts Association, but I’m also going to kill every high-ranking official behind it."
Phoebe didn’t seem willing to argue any further with me. He spoke in a cold voice, "What do you want from me, just say it."
"The Capital City Martial Arts Association has cultivated a few more blood heirs, right?" I said in a cold voice, carelessly playing with a lighter.
Phoebe spoke coldly, "Mason Raymond, back off or else..."
"Save the talk!" I interrupted him.
Phoebe gritted his teeth and said coldly, "I can tell you, but this is the last time."
"You don’t have a choice." I was in no mood for negotiations.
Unable to do much, Phoebe hastily wrote down an address on a piece of paper.
I took the address, glanced at it, and sneered, "There seem to be quite a few people."
Phoebe huffed lightly, "You can go now."
"No, I have another matter." I shook my head.
"What else do you want to do!" Phoebe was somewhat angry.
I replied coldly, "I want to enter the Capital City Martial Arts Association. You need to figure out a way to get me in."
"Forget it!" Hearing this, Phoebe was instantly furious!
"Mason Raymond, have you gone mad! Do you think I can do anything! Entering the Capital City Martial Arts Association requires rigorous selection and a comprehensive investigation of one’s background! If you dare step into the Capital City Martial Arts Association, you will definitely be exposed and I will get dragged down with you!"
Phoebe almost roared these words.
With a trace of mockery on my face, I said leisurely, "Okay, I don’t have to enter. But I heard that your Capital City Martial Arts Association is recruiting publicly."
Phoebe furrowed his brows, and after thinking it over, he nodded, "Yes, the Capital City Martial Arts Association is recruiting genius warriors to activate their bloodlines with Mabel Sean’s blood."
"I want in," my intention was unquestionable.
"But there are limited spots, and I’ve given all of mine," Phoebe furrowed his brows.
"Then get it back!" I spoke coldly.
"Phoebe, it’s best you talk less. I don’t have too much patience."
Phoebe gritted his teeth and said, "I’ll figure something out."
I didn’t say any more. I got up and left.
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Watching Mason Raymond’s departing figure, Phoebe felt his unease growing stronger.
"If this continues, I’m definitely going to get involved," Phoebe took a deep breath.
"I have to figure something out; I can’t let him keep controlling me," a cold glint flashed in Phoebe’s eyes.
——
The next day.
A piece of news was once again released.
All six super cultivators introduced by the Capital City Martial Arts Association have been killed!
And the murderer is still that black-robed man!
What’s more shocking is that the bodies of these six people were all hung on the main gate of the Capital City Martial Arts Association!
