Chapter 650: Chapter 650 The Altar of Blood
Deep in the prison, Mason Raymond had no way to save Mabel Sean.
The prison walls were pure Black Gold Stone - nothing could break through.
This might be Mason’s only shot.
At the Capital City Martial Arts Academy, Mabel Sean hung above the Circular Altar. Tubes pierced her body while pulsing lights swirled around her.
Sybil Cooper stood in the square’s center, waiting for the black-robed man to show up.
He’d stationed several black and gold robe members around the area, including Hawk Thompson.
Sybil Cooper was pulling out all the stops to catch the black-robed man.
"President Cooper, the guests are here," a black and gold robe member whispered as he walked up to Sybil.
Sybil Cooper gave a slight nod. "Let them in."
Soon, young nobles from the Great Families streamed into the venue.
Alberto Sean led the pack.
As they entered the square, everyone spotted Mabel Sean hanging above the Circular Altar.
"That... that’s Miss Sean?" Pearson Bowman gasped.
"Why is Miss Sean here?"
Elena Green’s face darkened. She and Mabel Sean were close friends - seeing Mabel like this tore at her heart.
"What’s going on? Why is Miss Sean here?" Males Ran demanded coldly.
Alberto Sean stayed calm, flashing a faint smile. "Don’t freak out, everyone. Every martial artist’s bloodline in Capital City comes from Mabel Sean - or rather, from our Sean family."
Everyone went dead silent, shocked.
Had the Sean family created all these powerful fighters just using Mabel Sean?
How incredible was Mabel Sean’s bloodline?
"Young Master Alberto, Miss Sean is still part of your Sean family. Doing this... aren’t you worried about your family’s reputation?" Elena Green asked angrily.
But Alberto Sean didn’t care. He chuckled. "Mabel Sean has top-tier bloodline but never trained. It’d be wasteful not to use her."
"But..."
Elena Green tried to continue, but Alberto Sean cut her off rudely.
He glanced at her coolly. "What, don’t you want this bloodline, Miss Green? Or is anyone here willing to give it up?"
Nobody spoke.
Everyone could see the power this bloodline brought.
That kind of temptation was impossible to resist.
"Since nobody wants to give it up, there’s nothing more to say," Alberto Sean said flatly.
"Oh, and remember - this is our Sean family’s bloodline. We control it," Alberto Sean added pointedly.
His goal was obvious - make everyone here owe the Sean family.
"Alright, take your seats," Alberto Sean walked to the square’s center and sat down.
Looking up at Mabel Sean’s pale face, everyone sighed.
"Who would’ve thought Miss Sean would face such bad luck after Jerry Sean died," Pearson Bowman said sadly.
"Yeah, when Jerry Sean was alive, who in Capital City would dare mess with Miss Sean?"
"The whole Damon family once wanted Miss Sean and they’ve vanished from Capital City since."
Even Wayne Ran, standing to the side, commented awkwardly, "I’ll admit, I once had trouble with Miss Sean. But later..."
Wayne seemed to struggle with his words. He stayed quiet for a moment before smiling bitterly. "Later, my dad brought expensive gifts to the Sean family and apologized for days before Mr. Jerry Sean finally forgave him."
Everyone chatted excitedly, finding Mabel Sean’s current situation hard to believe.
Only Elena Green stayed silent, staring at Mabel Sean with worried eyes.
After hesitating for a long time, Elena stepped forward and went to Mabel Sean’s side.
"Mabel..." Elena’s eyes filled with sadness.
Mabel Sean opened her eyes slightly. Seeing Elena, she asked urgently, "Elena, how is Mason Raymond? Sybil Cooper said he..."
The question left Elena speechless.
Mason Raymond was dead - that was fact. Even if Elena didn’t want to accept it, she couldn’t change anything.
"Hurry up and tell me!" Mabel Sean pressed anxiously.
Kind-hearted Elena hesitated for a long time before smiling. "Mason Raymond is fine. Sybil Cooper was lying to you. Don’t worry."
Mabel Sean finally relaxed.
A rare smile crossed her pale face.
"Mabel, how are you feeling now?" Elena looked up at Mabel Sean and sighed.
Just as Mabel Sean was about to answer, Sybil Cooper walked over.
"Miss Green, please go back to your seat," Sybil Cooper said with a smile.
Elena frowned slightly as she looked at Mabel Sean, her heart heavy with sadness.
"Please go back," Sybil Cooper urged again.
Having no choice, Elena reluctantly stepped away.
After a while, Vance Johansson showed up too.
With his current strength, he wasn’t qualified to sit with the young masters and mistresses of the great families.
But Klein Johansson had contacted Sybil Cooper, who reluctantly let him in through the back door.
Vance Johansson looked at Mabel Sean hanging on the Circular Altar, his eyes flashing with hatred.
He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Serves you right, bitch! If you’d picked me back then, you wouldn’t be suffering now! Serves you right!"
At that moment, Sybil Cooper suddenly walked to the top of the Circular Altar, standing next to Mabel Sean.
He said calmly, "Now that everyone’s here, let’s start."
"All the blood comes from Mabel Sean, and her blood will benefit everyone!"
Sybil Cooper’s palm glowed, as if he was about to activate some technique.
"Today, our Capital City Martial Arts Association will show you all how to extract this blood," Sybil Cooper said with a smile.
The next moment, he waved his hand and the glow hit Mabel Sean.
Instantly, the tubes attached to Mabel Sean’s body started working.
Streams of blood flowed out of Mabel Sean’s body.
Her face turned deathly pale, and pain flashed across her features.
"Mabel!" Seeing this, Elena couldn’t help but stand up.
The other young aristocrats also looked uncomfortable - they hadn’t expected the Capital City Martial Arts Association to be so brutal.
Watching the blood slowly flowing through the tubes, Mabel Sean’s face grew paler and paler.
"Sybil Cooper, you bastard!"
Just then, an angry shout came from outside.
Right after, a black figure rushed in.
