Chapter 776: Chapter 776 Corpses Keep Secrets Perfectly
The phone message came from Phoebe Billy.
He delivered crucial information about Mabel Sean’s captivity to me!
"Purple Robe Bryson Gibbs is the one who suspects me," Phoebe explained over the phone.
"From what I’ve learned, Bryson Gibbs was the person who removed Mabel Sean from the prison that day."
Reading this text, I couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath.
"Bryson Gibbs..." I whispered quietly, then my lips twisted into an icy grin.
If that was true, tracking down Bryson Gibbs would lead me straight to Mabel Sean’s location.
So I turned to the mustached man and commanded, "We’re heading back to Capital City right now."
"You certain your wounds...won’t be an issue?" The mustached man’s brow creased with concern.
I looked frightening in that moment, blood coating me entirely, obscuring my features.
"Just a scratch. We need to move fast," I said with a grimace.
After that, we both raced back to Capital City.
I switched into fresh clothes and got ready to hunt down Bryson Gibbs.
——
When evening came, Bryson Gibbs sat in his estate as he always did.
That day, his mansion hosted several visitors.
Among them were the purple robe who had been tailing Phoebe Billy, along with black and gold robe members, Hawk Thompson, and others!
"Mr. Thompson, Phoebe Billy nearly died by Mason Raymond’s hand that day. He...surely he couldn’t have any ties to Mason Raymond, right?" a purple robe questioned.
"Exactly, Phoebe Billy now leads the Capital City Martial Arts Association as president, a respected figure. Why would he ally himself with someone like Mason Raymond?"
Hawk Thompson clenched his jaw at that moment, "Once Ms. Zackary heals, Mason Raymond is as good as dead! Even if Phoebe Billy were an idiot, he wouldn’t team up with Mason Raymond!"
Bryson Gibbs let out a dismissive snort, "His connection to Mason Raymond doesn’t matter. What matters is forcing him to resign."
These words brought silence to the room.
"Hawk Thompson, I’ll put you in charge of the black and gold robe very soon," Bryson Gibbs stated coolly.
"With purple robe and black and gold robe both opposing Phoebe Billy, he’ll have no choice but to quit."
Hawk Thompson’ eyes lit up with excitement as he nodded eagerly, "Thank you, Mr. Gibbs!"
Bryson Gibbs looked toward the purple robe, "When I take the presidency, you’ll lead the purple robe."
"Then, except for the top brass, the whole Capital City Martial Arts Association will answer to us!"
The purple robe beamed with joy and expressed gratitude repeatedly.
Clearly, Bryson Gibbs understood how to secure loyalty.
"Phoebe Billy is just a puppet for public relations—does he really think he deserves to be president?" Bryson Gibbs scoffed.
"Right, before Sybil Cooper’s death, his rank was even beneath mine. Now he’s my superior—it’s infuriating!" Hawk Thompson spat bitterly.
Bryson Gibbs smiled, "Relax, once Phoebe Billy steps down, I won’t go easy on him."
"Well, well, I had no idea the power struggles within your Capital City Martial Arts Association could be this entertaining."
A voice suddenly cut through the conversation.
Everyone’s expressions shifted as they turned toward the entrance!
There stood Mason Raymond, strolling in casually before settling into the seat beside Hawk Thompson.
——
Hawk Thompson’ face went pale, and he started to rise.
"Mr. Thompson, no need to rush off," I said, placing my hand on Hawk Thompson’ shoulder.
"Mason Raymond, you...don’t do anything rash," Hawk Thompson stammered fearfully.
"Rash?" I arched an eyebrow. Then I suddenly seized Hawk Thompson’ arm, applied tremendous pressure, and snapped his arm clean in two!
"Would this qualify as rash?" I laughed harshly.
Hawk Thompson bit back his agony, sweat streaming down his face, but didn’t dare utter a sound.
"Mason Raymond, how did you locate this place?" Bryson Gibbs asked, his eyes narrowing.
I glanced at Bryson Gibbs, then helped myself to some tea.
"What’s your theory?" I sipped the tea and asked with apparent amusement.
Bryson Gibbs squinted and sneered, "Phoebe Billy tipped you off, didn’t he?"
"Correct." I nodded.
Bryson Gibbs looked shocked.
He hadn’t expected me to confess so readily!
"That Phoebe Billy... he’s actually betrayed the Capital City Martial Arts Association!" Bryson Gibbs snarled.
I chuckled, "Smart birds pick the best branches. The Capital City Martial Arts Association is falling apart, so Phoebe just chose wisely."
"Mason Raymond, quit being so cocky!" the purple robe man bellowed.
I shot him an icy look, "You’re the one who tailed Phoebe that day, correct?"
"You... you spotted me?" The purple robe’s expression changed instantly.
I mocked, "Your surveillance technique was pathetic—missing you would’ve been impossible."
"So you put on that whole show for our benefit?" Bryson Gibbs asked with a frigid expression.
"Exactly." I smiled slightly.
Hearing this, Bryson couldn’t help but sneer, "You’re being remarkably honest."
I raised an eyebrow, "Can you figure out why I’m revealing all this?"
"Why?" Bryson Gibbs asked.
"Because you’re all about to die, and corpses keep secrets perfectly." I said matter-of-factly.
At this, the purple robe next to Bryson shouted, "Arrogant! You think you’re untouchable? Nobody threatens the purple robes!"
With that, he lunged straight at me!
I watched his palm form into a sharp blade, thrusting directly at my chest!
I didn’t move or dodge, letting the blade made of his energy strike me!
"Clang!"
The instant the blade made contact, it shattered!
And the purple robe was thrown backward several steps!
"Impossible!" The purple robe’s face went white with shock!
I sneered, "The legendary purple robe—is this your best effort?"
Before my words finished, my form vanished suddenly!
The next instant, I stood before the purple robe!
The purple robe caught only a glimpse of Golden Light before his head and consciousness were obliterated!
One strike, one kill!
The Capital City Martial Arts Association’s purple robe stood no chance against me!
This immediately made both Bryson Gibbs and Hawk Thompson’ faces drain of color!
"Mason... Mason Raymond, this doesn’t concern me, I... I heard nothing..." Hawk Thompson stuttered.
I looked at him, "Hawk Thompson, I’d completely forgotten about you. Why did you have to get involved?"
Just as Hawk was about to respond, I struck him with an invisible blow!
His head and consciousness burst apart instantly!
Next, my attention turned to Bryson Gibbs.
Bryson Gibbs tensed. He struggled to stay composed and asked, "Mason Raymond, what’s your game?"
I ignored his question and demanded, "You’re the one who took Mabel Sean that day, aren’t you?"
Bryson Gibbs’ face shifted, and he quickly protested, "I was just following orders from higher up..."
I waved dismissively, "I’ll offer you one opportunity. Tell me where you took Mabel Sean."
Bryson Gibbs wavered, then asked cautiously, "If I tell you... will that spare my life?"
"No." I shook my head.
Bryson Gibbs said coldly, "Then why would I tell you anything?"
I grinned, "Because I can preserve your consciousness. You know that if your consciousness gets destroyed too, your Divine Soul will be completely erased."
