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Chapter 1040: Chapter 1040 Belief
The dark night was boundless, and danger lurked everywhere.
Midnight.
Gonzalez City.
Julius Reed sat on the sofa, staring at the wall clock.
He seemed a bit distracted.
Aron Jackson was sitting opposite him.
Aron Jackson had not yet recovered from the poisoning and was feeling somewhat weak.
At the moment, his face was pale as he leaned on the sofa, picked up a bottle of Coke, and guzzled it down.
"Burp..."
He immensely enjoyed letting out a burp after the cool soft drink went down.
"Boss, you’re a master, you can go a day and a night without sleep and be fine. But I, your employee, am still not over the poisoning, it’s going to kill me if I keep this up..."
Aron Jackson placed the Coke on the coffee table and glanced at the Rolex on his wrist.
It was already twenty-four o’clock.
Sleepy.
"Ah..."
He couldn’t help but yawn.
"Let’s talk some more about that matter with the letter from last time."
Julius Reed propped up his chin, sinking into thought, "We need to go over the cause first, then the end. I won’t feel at ease if we don’t clarify this."
Before he killed Shirley, he had received top-secret information.
The letter from Aron Jackson was given to him by Devlin.
It is often said that a dying person’s words are kind.
He couldn’t rule out the possibility that Shirley, facing death, threw a smoke bomb to confuse Julius Reed.
But there was a high probability that her words were true.
Knowing about Devlin, and even about this letter, she must have seen the top-secret information about Deep Cold!
Otherwise, how could an East Asian Ninja Master come to know these things?
"A letter?"
When Aron Jackson heard about the letter, he suddenly felt it was a bit of a headache.
But still, he leaned forward and asked, "Boss, this thing feels a bit messy, I can’t articulate it clearly in a short time."
Four years had passed since the events, and the letter had been burned long ago.
Aron Jackson hadn’t taken it seriously.
After all, his entire focus was on Julius Reed.
It was like a phone call.
A phone call from many years ago, with no recording, who could remember it clearly?
"No! We must sort this out clearly, this matter is crucial!"
Julius Reed took out a notebook from behind him and a pen as well.
The situation was becoming more and more chaotic.
If he couldn’t figure out Devlin’s motives back then, everything he did afterward would feel uncertain.
The purpose of those people who sent him to Gonzalez City four years ago had to be ascertained.
Otherwise, he would just be a pawn at the mercy of others now.
For thousands of years, he had been the one playing chess.
This time would be no exception!
"Four years ago, I was doing business in West Lake," Aron Jackson frowned and began to recall, "Back then, under the boss’s guidance, I went from being a street wandering youth to a local wealthy merchant. I had countless employees, and assets worth billions."
Back then, Aron Jackson was in dire straits, harmed by a treacherous person.
His assets were taken, and his wife, along with her lover, were trying to get him incarcerated.
Fortunately, Aron Jackson had many friends. When he fell on hard times, some of them extended a helping hand, which saved him from prison.
But the company and all his property were taken away by that dog and bitch.
And they arranged for a group of youths to follow him around every day, making him beg on the streets.
If he resisted even slightly, they would beat him up.
It so happened that Julius Reed was passing by the area when he saw Aron Jackson being beaten up by someone.
Although he was almost beaten to death, the man being hit didn’t grunt from beginning to end.
Out of curiosity, Julius Reed drove away the thugs and rescued Aron Jackson.
He just wanted to hear his story.
It was one of Julius Reed’s hobbies.
Living for an eternity could get excessively boring.
Occasionally, listening to a common person tell their story could be intriguing.
The human heart was the most interesting thing of all.
And human nature was the ugliest.
At that time, feeling grateful to have been rescued, Aron Jackson told his story.
Julius Reed left him a billion yuan, reasoning that although the story was mediocre, he wanted to see the main character of the story turn his fate around.
So, Aron Jackson took a hundred million and devoted himself to business.
Within half a year, he had forced that despicable couple to leap from a building, taking their own lives.
From then on, Aron Jackson kept away from women.
Jennifer Lopez, that time, was really...
It was passion of the flesh, not of the heart.
Later, Aron Jackson’s business grew larger and larger, becoming a well-known businessman in West Lake.
With connections in both the underworld and legitimate circles, he was given the nickname White Impermanence.
Three years later, Aron Jackson received a letter.
He put aside everything and came to Gonzalez City.
It was all in order to repay a debt of gratitude.
"I can’t remember it very clearly, but the letter was brought to my office by my secretary. No one saw who delivered it, not even the surveillance," he recollected, nodding continuously. "I vaguely remember the first few words were, ’The dragon falls, a phoenix arrives. Day and night are turned upside down, all beings are lost in a muddle.’
’Day and night turned upside down?’"
Julius Reed suddenly stood up, walked to the window, and repeated to himself, "The dragon falls... the phoenix, who is the phoenix! And the day and night turned upside down, day and night upside down!"
His brows were furrowed tightly.
"Thunderpeak Hall!"
The emblem of Thunderpeak Hall was indeed that of day and night upside down.
Devlin, originally from the Seven Clouds Academy, later defected to Thunderpeak Hall to become Granny Xihua’s most capable assistant.
It looked like the letter was indeed sent by Devlin, no doubt about it.
"Is there anything else?"
Julius Reed turned around, asking indifferently, "Try to recall in detail."
"The rest of it mentioned your sudden amnesia, a group wanting to kill you. It asked me to come to Gonzalez City to ensure your safety, and that one day, you would remember everything," Aron Jackson said after a thought, clasping his head with both hands. "Boss, it’s been four years, I really can’t remember the specifics. But that’s the gist of it; it ended with ’burn after reading.’ The signature was Jorvik Reed, and it was written in first person."
"Jorvik Reed?"
Julius Reed quickly walked over and grabbed Aron Jackson by the collar: "Are you sure, it was Jorvik Reed?"
"Positive! The letter was sealed, I checked carefully, and it certainly hadn’t been opened," Aron Jackson nodded firmly. "The name signed was Jorvik Reed!"
"Then why did you know it was me?"
Julius Reed’s heart raced!
Jorvik Reed!
That was the alias he had chosen for himself.
With eternity at his disposal, he had written some poetry and literature, painted some famous pieces for amusement.
All signed with the name Jorvik Reed.
But that was a secret known to no one!
It was a secret hidden deep within the heart of Julius Reed.
The leader of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance must be exalted above all!
Must be shrouded in solemn grandeur!
Yet he did not relish that.
The name Jorvik Reed perfectly suited his desire to wander the Mortal World.
Such a secret, even the four maids by his side had no clue of its existence.
Devlin could not possibly have known either!
Those from the Seven Clouds Academy knew far less about him than the members of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance did.
"How did you know Jorlik Reed was me?"
Julius Reed stared intently into Aron Jackson’s eyes.
Startled by his gaze, Aron Jackson blinked and explained, "The letter said that when I was at my lowest, you helped me and now the time had come to repay that favor."
"Boss, when you left that card with me and told me the PIN, you disappeared. How could I know your name?" He said with a look of aggrievement, "That bank card couldn’t be traced back to any personal information. It wasn’t until I came to Gonzalez City that I found out your name is Julius Reed."
"Truly?"
Julius Reed felt like he had been struck by lightning.
"Truly!" Aron Jackson nodded earnestly.
A daring idea materialized in Julius Reed’s mind.
Could it be possible that he himself had written the letter and instructed Devlin to deliver it to Aron Jackson?
Otherwise, how could the name Jorvik Reed have appeared in it?
"You should go to sleep, I need some time alone," said Julius Reed, waving his hand and pinching the bridge of his nose lightly.
PS: Gout is acting up, such torture, writing until almost 3 AM.
I can’t stay awake any longer.
Goodnight.
