Chapter 631: Chapter 631 A Condition For Power
Alberto Sean was riding high right now, his curiosity burning about the legendary black-robed figure.
"Mr. Sean, don’t make the mistake of underestimating this guy. We think the black-robed man might be Angela Tamara," Sybil Cooper said, his tone deadly serious.
"Angela Tamara?" The name made Alberto Sean’s brow furrow.
Angela Tamara wasn’t exactly a household name, but inside the Capital City Martial Arts Association, he was notorious.
Word was that thirty years back, the Capital City Martial Arts Association had sent multiple Marquis after him. Every single one had failed miserably.
Even worse, Angela Tamara had slaughtered over a dozen Marquis from the Capital City Martial Arts Association!
"Back then, he was already untouchable. After all these years, God knows how powerful he’s gotten," Sybil Cooper said.
Alberto Sean’s face darkened.
If this really was Angela Tamara, he’d need to watch his back.
"President Cooper, got it. Thanks for the heads up." Alberto Sean gave a slight nod and walked away.
To keep Alberto Sean safe, the Capital City Martial Arts Association kept his bloodline activation under wraps, not wanting to paint a target on his back for the black-robed man.
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Meanwhile, I wasn’t making any moves yet.
I’d been holed up in my house all day, racking my brain about how to get Mabel Sean out.
"Just killing more people won’t fix the real problem," I muttered to myself.
But rescuing her? My current strength wasn’t even close to enough.
So far, I’d run into the Capital City Martial Arts Association’s black and gold robes, even a purple robe.
Just one black and gold robe—Hawk Thompson—had nearly driven me insane, let alone someone in a stronger purple robe.
"What the hell am I supposed to do..." I clenched my fist so tight my heart felt like it was bleeding.
Every time I thought about what Mabel had been put through, I lost control of my emotions.
"If I could get those two male corpses working... saving her wouldn’t be impossible," I thought.
I immediately pulled the two male corpses from my Spatial Magic Artifact.
The corpses just lay there, completely still, right in front of me.
I tried using my divine sense to wake them up, but it was useless.
"Damn it, put those things away right now!"
The man with the mustache’s voice suddenly came from outside.
I frowned and looked at him. "How’d you know I was here?"
The man with the mustache gave me a mysterious smile. "I’ve got my special ways. Can’t tell you, can’t tell you."
Looking at him standing there, my suspicions grew stronger.
What the hell was this guy’s deal? Even his techniques were completely foreign to me.
"Got any way to get these two male corpses moving?" I pointed at the bodies on the ground.
The man with the mustache practically jumped out of his skin.
"Are you nuts? Trying to get yourself killed? Did you forget what happened last time?" His voice was shaking just thinking about it.
I explained, "What I mean is... use their bodies to attack the Capital City Martial Arts Association."
"You mean... control them with your divine sense?" the man with the mustache guessed.
I nodded. "Exactly."
"In your dreams." The man with the mustache snorted.
"Do you have any clue what these two corpses are? You want to control them? What makes you think you’re qualified?"
I shrugged. "If it’s impossible, then forget it. Just throwing it out there."
"But, well... if we could find the masked woman’s mask, there might be a shot." The man with the mustache suddenly switched gears.
My eyes lit up instantly!
I grabbed his shoulder, anxiety flooding my voice. "Are you serious?"
"Of course." The man with the mustache looked pretty pleased with himself.
"I’ve been digging through tons of information these past few days and found out these two corpses were the masked woman’s servants. If you could actually find that mask, I might be able to get them moving." The man with the mustache was dead serious now.
I grabbed his arm excitedly. "Tell me how! What’s the technique?"
The man with the mustache rolled his eyes. "What’s the point of telling you? You don’t have the mask anyway."
I kept pushing shamelessly. "Maybe... maybe we could find it."
"Talk when you find it." The man with the mustache pried my hand off.
But I wouldn’t give up, grabbing his arm again. "If you don’t tell me, I’m never letting go!"
The man with the mustache scratched his head, his eyes rolling. "You really want to know?"
"Obviously!" I glared at him.
A sly look flashed in the man with the mustache’s eyes, and he smiled. "I can tell you, but there’s a condition."
"What condition? Just say it." I said quickly.
The man with the mustache kept smiling. "As far as I know, the Capital City Martial Arts Association’s auction this time has a sword I’m really interested in."
"Problem is, I’m broke and can’t afford to bid. But if my friend here would be generous enough to help me out, I might consider it."
I nodded quickly. "No problem, money’s not an issue!"
But the second those words left my mouth, I regretted it.
I was a "dead man" now, and using the money in my bank account would definitely expose me.
"What’s wrong? Is there a problem?" the man with the mustache asked.
I frowned. "How much money are we talking about, roughly?"
The man with the mustache did some quick math. "At least ten billion, I’d guess? Those bastards at the Capital City Martial Arts Association keep getting greedier."
"Ten billion..." I muttered.
For me right now, ten billion might as well be impossible.
"Well, if you really can’t manage it, then forget about it." The man with the mustache waved his hand.
"Who says I can’t!" I stopped him.
"Really? You got the money? Just give it to me then." The man with the mustache stuck out his hand.
I shook my head. "No money."
"Then you’re just blowing smoke!" the man with the mustache stared at me.
I sneered. "I don’t need to use money at all."
As I spoke, my eyes landed on the black robe lying on the ground.
The man with the mustache seemed to catch on.
His body went rigid, and he gasped in shock. "You mean... you want to steal it?"
"That’s right," I said coldly.
"Anything belonging to the Capital City Martial Arts Association is worth stealing."
"Besides, this black-robed man identity would make it even easier for me to pull this off."
The man with the mustache frowned. "My friend, this is seriously risky. You could not only blow your cover but get killed on the spot!"
I looked at the man with the mustache and shook my head. "I don’t have any other choice."
As long as I could get the technique to control those male corpses, any method was worth trying!
