"Ah..."

Inside the tent.

Davion's heart-wrenching screams echoed.

The martial artists outside paused, their gazes shifting towards the tent.

"Oh my! Isn't the commander too cruel?"

"Such savagery!"

"Get back to your tasks! Enough chatter!"

The martial artists turned around and continued drinking and eating together.

Moments later.

Julius Reed emerged from the tent.

"Did you get the information?"

Dorian Cook stood in the woods, a cigarette dangling from her lips.

That melancholic vibe evoked the elegance of Shanghai women from a hundred years ago.

Amidst the decay, there was a trace of sorrow.

"Where did you get the cigarettes?"

Julius Reed stood beside her.

"Asked someone for them. Martial artists are people too." Dorian Cook handed Julius Reed one: "Want one?"

"Not interested."

Julius Reed gently pushed it away.

Smoking is harmful to health; it was clearly stated on the cigarette pack.

"Sutton won't let this go easily; what's your plan?" Dorian Cook lowered her voice.

"I'll wait for him." Julius Reed's response was breezy and carefree, not a hint of tension.

He truly didn't let Sutton weigh on his mind.

"Prepare early, he's not one to accept losses easily. If something happens to you, who's going to protect me?"

Dorian Cook placed one hand on her other arm, with slender fingers pinched around a burning cigarette. "You know, after meeting you, I feel heavier."

"I've created a small world within you; it can help you absorb spiritual power, recover faster, and even enhance your abilities." Julius Reed replied.

He was confident that Dorian Cook would work for him.

"No." Dorian Cook shook her head. "Because you're in my heart, I feel heavier."

Julius Reed turned his head, raised a brow, and looked at her. "Woman, you're playing with fire."

"I don't fear."

Dorian Cook tossed the cigarette to the ground and leaned closer to Julius Reed.

"Back off!"

Julius Reed stretched his hand, gripping Dorian Cook's neck: "One more step forward, and I'll kill you."

The atmosphere was a bit eerie.

Dorian Cook blushed, feeling both awkward and ashamed.

"Tomorrow morning, I'm planning on visiting the Black Pine League. You're familiar with the roads; want to go together?"

Julius Reed released his grip, speaking calmly.

The Black Pine League was in turmoil, and peace was unlikely.

They would surely strengthen their defense.

"Are you insane? Going now is suicide." Dorian Cook frowned slightly, disagreeing.

"The power of the Black Pine League is terrifying. Plus, they have Gerrit Harris stationed. The Eight-Armed Vertigo is not just mere boasting. Today, Sutton nearly became their prisoner."

No matter what, Dorian Cook wanted to stop him.

No matter how capable the young man before her was, it was a futile attempt.

It's an entire league!

"Without bloodshed." Julius Reed clasped his hands behind his back, gazing at the moon in the sky. "The best strategies prevail."

"Speak..." Dorian Cook nearly blurted out her frustration but swallowed her words when she saw whom she was speaking to. "Speak simply."

She believed that the commander wasn't arrogant.

Comparing Sutton to Julius Reed, she saw humility in him.

A true master should be understated.

"Declan Marsh, come out." Julius Reed turned around and called out.

A boy emerged from a tent.

"This is..." Dorian Cook glanced, not recognizing him.

"He is the King of the Black Pine League." Julius Reed walked to Declan Marsh, introducing: "This is a new maid I've recruited; just keep your distance usually."

"King?"

Dorian Cook didn't mind being called a maid; instead, she was intrigued by this king.

"The King of the Black Pine League." Julius Reed reiterated: "He knows a secret passage that can lead to Neolle Leocadia. As long as we safely escort him back to the Black Pine League, the entire league will be ours."

"But... They fled, and currently, the ones in charge seem to be Hayden Marsh and Konrad Marsh." Switching gears, Dorian Cook hurried to adjust: "No, it should be Gerrit Harris! It seems all the masters of the Black Pine League listen to that old man."

"The Black Pine League is not royalty. Gerrit Harris can control the royalty but not the entire league. We just need to conquer those families beforehand. When Declan Marsh raises his arm, the Black Pine League will be our ally."

Julius Reed approached Declan Marsh, speaking calmly: "Isn't it like this?"

"Yes, as long as we get the support of a few families, what can the royal uncle do to me?" Declan Marsh's words exuded the aura of a king.

Escape was also growth.

Meeting Julius Reed was his fortune.

"Alright, I'll go crazy with you." Dorian Cook rarely set aside her laughter, speaking solemnly.

…

Night.

Bane Cook ran with injuries all over.

He was exhausted and hungry, with several wounds on his body.

Even running was difficult.

"Bane Cook, come back with us obediently! Considering we've worked together, I won't make things hard for you."

A group was tightly pursuing behind him.

"Bane Cook, if you keep running, you're not appreciating it. Neolle Leocadia said, alive we see the person, dead we see the corpse."

"Stop, you can't run far now."

Bane Cook seemed oblivious, continuing to run forward.

All he had in his eyes was the road ahead.

Master must not die in vain!

Even if he dies on this road, he must fulfill his master's last wish!

Melvin Marsh was killed by Atticus Marsh and others!

This matter must be known to all!

His master must not die in vain!

Must not die under the hands of Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving!

"Why are Melvin Marsh's disciples so stubborn? If necessary, let's go for the kill."

The pursuers began discussing.

"Along the way, he killed seven of our brothers. Though he's injured now, he's bound to fight us fiercely."

"Melvin Marsh was a tough old fellow; all his disciples are impressive. I agree: he must die."

After their discussion.

One of them took out a secret weapon box.

Pulled the pin of the secret weapon box, aiming at Bane Cook.

"You all go, just hold him down, I'll kill him with one secret weapon box!" The one holding the box aimed through the barrel, full of murderous intent.

The task above was to kill Bane Cook.

If this kid stayed alive, it would greatly harm the royal reputation!

The Black Pine League had many high-ranking members who were disciples of Melvin Marsh.

Including the Forbidden Army!

"Let's act."

As soon as the man's voice dropped, he suddenly found himself in darkness.

A hand directly grabbed the secret weapon box.

"Who!"

The man tried to snatch back the box, but a punch landed squarely on his face.

Before him stood a woman!

"Wow, even a woman dares to act up in front of me!" The martial artist touched his bleeding nose.

"Today I'll kill you!"

With that, he swung his fist to strike!

Wham!

The woman grabbed with one hand and directly broke both his legs!

"Ouch!"

The man knelt on the ground, wailing in agony.

"What are you staring at? This is a master, all at once!"

The others heard the orders and immediately acted!

Whoosh!

Just see–

The woman fiercely swung her cloak!

The golden phoenix on the bright red cloak seemed to come alive!

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