Chapter 648: Chapter 648 A Lure Of Purest Cruelty
Phoebe Billy went pale, unable to believe those words had come from Sybil Cooper’s mouth!
Reading Phoebe’s thoughts, Sybil said coldly, "You know why Mason Raymond fell? Because he’s got a weak spot! And that weakness is Mabel Sean!"
"If not for that, with his skills, give him another decade of hard training and we’d have no way to handle him."
"Phoebe, you’re Vice President. You should get this."
Phoebe’s expression turned ugly, bitterness flooding his heart.
Just as Mason had predicted.
"President Cooper, I won’t abandon my daughter," Phoebe said quietly, rising from the floor.
Sybil snorted. "Then sort it out yourself. The Capital City Martial Arts Association won’t lift a finger to help you!"
Phoebe opened his mouth to speak, but Sybil’s harsh tone cut him off.
"Get lost!" Sybil waved dismissively.
Phoebe said nothing more. He walked away with a bitter smile.
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Meanwhile, my injuries still hadn’t healed.
The fight had badly wounded me, and I’d learned just how terrifying the Capital City Martial Arts Association really was.
They didn’t just have incredible fighting power - more importantly, they could craft different battle strategies for different enemies.
"No wonder they’ve captured so many people in that prison..." I muttered through gritted teeth.
For now, I had no choice but to stay put and heal.
"I hope the man with the mustache comes back soon," I thought.
Once I could tap into the power of those two male corpses, the Capital City Martial Arts Association would be nothing to fear.
Even with their Martial Saint Weapon, they’d be helpless!
That night.
I went to Phoebe’s house again, quietly waiting for his return.
"How’d it go?" I asked flatly when Phoebe got back.
Phoebe hesitated, unsure where to begin.
I sneered. "Don’t bother. I already know how it went."
Phoebe gave a bitter smile. "I’ve given so many years to the Capital City Martial Arts Association. Never thought..."
"Phoebe, as Vice President of the Capital City Martial Arts Association, I can’t believe you’re this naive," I scoffed.
"You’re trying to appeal to their emotions? To them, the only thing that matters is whether someone’s useful."
Phoebe sighed. He sat across from me and took a long drag of his cigarette.
I said coolly, "According to our deal, you have to listen to me now."
Phoebe looked at me. "I think I’ve lost Sybil Cooper’s trust. There’s not much I can do for you."
"That’s not your problem. I’ll find a way to get their trust back for you," I said, standing up.
Phoebe frowned. "How?"
"I’ve got my ways. When I need you, I’ll let you know," I replied.
"Phoebe, I hope you keep your word. If you betray me again, I won’t go easy on you," I warned coldly.
Phoebe smiled bitterly. Right now, he had no other option.
I didn’t stick around and left.
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Over the next few days, I stayed holed up in a civilian house, slowly recovering from my wounds.
Outside, speculation about the black-robed man’s identity kept growing.
Eventually, all the theories reached the same conclusion.
That the black-robed man was Mason Raymond’s master! This time, he’d acted to avenge Mason Raymond!
This theory got almost everyone’s approval!
"No wonder Mason Raymond improved so fast - he had a master like that backing him."
"Ha, master and student really are alike, both completely fearless."
"This master must be even stronger. He’s beaten the Capital City Martial Arts Association multiple times, leaving them totally helpless."
Reading these online comments, Sybil Cooper’s face grew darker and darker.
The higher-ups had given Sybil Cooper a final ultimatum: capture the black-robed man within three days or lose his position as President of the Martial Arts Association!
This made Sybil Cooper even more frantic.
"Looks like I have no choice but to use that method." Sybil Cooper’s eyes turned cold. He stood up and headed straight for the Sean family.
In the heart of Capital City stood a skyscraper.
The building’s price was supposedly outrageous - up to 300,000 per square meter!
This building housed the Sean Group!
In the top floor office, four gorgeous women knelt before Logan Sean.
These women were all stunning with perfect figures, some even B or C-list celebrities!
Right now, these women who usually commanded attention were kneeling before Logan Sean, serving him.
Then Sybil Cooper walked in from outside.
"Mr. Sean," Sybil Cooper said respectfully.
Logan Sean glanced at him and said casually, "Have a seat."
Logan Sean then waved at the four women. "You can go now."
"Yes, Mr. Sean." The women got up one by one and left the office.
After they left, Logan Sean asked casually, "President Cooper, what brings you here?"
Sybil Cooper hesitated before explaining his purpose to Logan Sean.
After hearing him out, Logan Sean’s face went cold. "A public execution for Mabel Sean? Sybil Cooper, have you lost your mind? You want to humiliate my Sean family?"
Sybil Cooper had expected Logan Sean’s reaction. He said with a bitter smile, "Mr. Sean, I’m out of options. If you agree, I can promise you anything!"
Logan Sean snorted. "Sybil Cooper, I think you’ve gone insane! There’s no way I’ll agree to this!"
Sybil Cooper’s expression soured. After thinking, he said, "What if we narrow the scope - limit this public execution to just the martial arts world!"
"That way, we minimize damage to the Sean family! What do you think?"
Logan Sean was furious. "Sybil Cooper! Are you deaf? I said there’s no way I’ll agree to this!"
"No matter what, Mabel is my niece. A public execution? You’re basically slapping my face!"
For a moment, Sybil Cooper didn’t know what to do. This was the only method he could think of.
"How about we do this instead." At that moment, Alberto Sean walked in from outside.
"Young Master Sean," Sybil Cooper greeted Alberto Sean politely.
Alberto Sean nodded, then said, "Change the public execution to public bloodline extraction. Don’t you have a list? Limit it to the people on that list."
"Invite well-dressed young men from various major families to watch."
"In front of all those people, publicly extract Mabel Sean’s bloodline and distribute it among the young elites of the major families."
"At least that would look more reasonable."
Sybil Cooper suddenly felt a chill. Alberto Sean’s words actually made sense.
"The black-robed man isn’t stupid. A public execution of Mabel Sean? Even an idiot could see it’s fake since the Capital City Martial Arts Association considers her a treasure," Alberto Sean sneered.
Sybil Cooper quickly nodded. "Young Master Sean is absolutely right!"
