Chapter 737: Chapter 737 A Gathering of Vultures
Subtle, hidden breathing patterns lurked everywhere around us, revealing at least dozens of people in the vicinity.
I masked my own presence, glanced at Watson Thompson, and said, "Stay right here and wait for me. Don’t move until I get back."
Watson Thompson shook her head stubbornly. "I’m coming with you!"
"Absolutely not. This is extremely dangerous - you can’t tag along." I frowned at her.
Watson Thompson lifted her chin. "I’m a Military Marquis now. Danger doesn’t scare me."
Seeing I couldn’t change Watson Thompson’s mind, I had no choice but to bring her downstairs with me.
Once we reached the lower level, the sharp-eyed man with the mustache immediately sensed something unusual.
He sniffed the air, then scanned our surroundings, his fingers dancing through the atmosphere.
"Ten-thousand-year-old Medicinal Materials have surfaced?" The man with the mustache’s brow creased.
I asked, caught off guard, "How’d you figure that out?"
"Occupational hazard," the man with the mustache replied.
Though I felt a bit stunned, I kept quiet.
The crowd around us swelled, and soon over twenty Military Marquises had gathered in the area.
"Mason Raymond, your timing’s impeccable." Right then, York Pauley and Angela Tamara strolled over.
I shot them a look but said nothing.
I couldn’t be bothered dealing with York Pauley and Angela Tamara at all.
"Dozens of Military Marquises are fighting for the Ten-thousand-year-old Medicinal Materials today. Think you’ve got what it takes?" Angela Tamara snorted with contempt.
"Keep your mouth shut. Whether I’ve got a shot has zero to do with you," I replied coldly.
Angela Tamara let out a mocking snort. "Mason Raymond, watch your back. Someone might just stab you when you’re not looking."
"Are you threatening me?" My expression turned icy as I stepped closer.
A crushing pressure surged forward, making Angela Tamara’s face shift slightly.
"Mason Raymond, we’re here to back you up. Why would we threaten you?" York Pauley rushed to smooth things over.
I stared at them coldly. "Listen carefully - don’t even think about scheming against me, or I won’t hesitate to butcher you first!"
York Pauley’s expression changed, his irritation growing deeper.
But somehow, York Pauley couldn’t find his voice.
I ignored both of them and walked away.
The man with the mustache kept moving his hand through the air, like he was trying to work something out.
Just then, Ms. Zackary approached from the distance with eight people dressed in purple robes.
The purple robes stood out brilliantly in the sunlight, and their identities caught everyone’s attention.
"Purple robes? Capital City Martial Arts Association?"
"They’re after it too. This is bad news."
"Eight purple robes deployed - looks like the Capital City Martial Arts Association takes this seriously."
Many of the Military Marquises nearby came from foreign organizations.
They naturally felt some fear toward the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
After all, numerous overseas groups had been captured by the Capital City Martial Arts Association, and purple-robed agents usually handled the operations.
Ms. Zackary appeared completely pleased with everyone’s reaction.
She folded her arms behind her back and surveyed the area.
Wherever her eyes landed, people instinctively looked away to avoid meeting her gaze.
This made Ms. Zackary even more satisfied, feeding her sense of superiority.
Then Ms. Zackary walked toward my direction with her group.
"Can’t believe you actually showed up," Ms. Zackary said, her eyes narrowing.
"Why wouldn’t I show? Even an old beast like you is here - how could I miss the party?" I mocked.
Ms. Zackary sneered. "Smart-mouthed punk, let’s see how long you can keep up that attitude!"
After that, Ms. Zackary glanced at my companions and sneered. "Just three of you, and you think you can grab Ten-thousand-year-old Medicinal Materials? You’re living in a fantasy."
Then she looked at Watson Thompson and taunted, "You even dragged such a young kid along to die? Though I’ll give you credit, Mason - you sure have luck with women."
"First Mabel Sean suffered because of you. Now this little girl’s ready to follow you to her grave."
At the mention of Mabel Sean, my face darkened.
"You’d better shut up," I warned icily.
Ms. Zackary ignored me and smiled at Watson Thompson instead.
"Young lady, with your age and skill to reach the Military Marquis Realm, your talent is extraordinary. Interested in joining the Capital City Martial Arts Association?" Ms. Zackary asked with a grin.
Watson shot Ms. Zackary a dismissive look and stayed silent.
Ms. Zackary put on a caring act and continued, "Joining the Capital City Martial Arts Association means an official position - something honorable and prestigious. Much better than following some two-bit criminal."
Looking at Ms. Zackary, Watson sneered, "Old witch, shut your trap - your breath stinks."
Ms. Zackary’s face instantly went dark.
She glared coldly at Watson. "You ungrateful brat, I’d love to see what kind of ending you get!"
With a mocking expression, Watson shot back, "At your age, you probably won’t live long enough to see it. Maybe you’ll just keel over tomorrow."
"You!" Ms. Zackary’s face turned cold. She sneered with rage, pointing at Watson. "Fine, fine! I hope you don’t regret this!"
Realizing she couldn’t win with words, Ms. Zackary left with the eight purple-robed men.
More and more people kept showing up, with many Marquises clustering into groups.
Some formed groups of three to five, others seven to eight, and the strongest force was obviously the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
"Where are they? Why aren’t they here yet?" I checked the time and couldn’t help frowning.
Could Guy Noble have forgotten about this?
Right then, an elderly man walked over from nearby.
Seeing the old man, many Marquises went to greet him, including Ms. Zackary.
"Who’s that guy?" I felt surprised, watching everyone’s reactions.
Based on how they all treated him, this man was probably no ordinary person.
"Master Jean Tricia of Deducing Heavenly Secrets," the man with the mustache answered.
"Master of Deducing Heavenly Secrets?" I looked even more shocked.
The man with the mustache nodded. "They use heavenly secret deduction to pinpoint where treasures will appear, so they’re pretty popular."
"So that’s actually a real job..." I muttered, then said, "No way, I’ve got to go check this out."
After saying that, I jogged over.
As I approached, Ms. Zackary looked at me coldly.
"You’re not wanted here," she said icily.
I glanced at her and shot back, "Am I here to see you? What’s it got to do with you?"
"Ms. Zackary’s right - you really aren’t welcome here," Jean Tricia also spoke with indifference.
Seeing this, my eyebrows knitted together.
"Get lost!" Ms. Zackary snapped coldly.
I looked around and noticed everyone’s faces carried traces of coldness.
Though slightly annoyed, I had no choice but to leave with my tail between my legs.
"Damn it, they won’t even let me listen in," I couldn’t help cursing.
The man with the mustache beside me sneered, "Don’t worry about it. That Jean Tricia calls himself a master, but he’s wrong eight times out of ten. He’s not worth squat."
