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Chapter 1045: Chapter 1045 Master Matthew Moore
Miguel Abbott had always considered himself well-versed in the world’s affairs.
After all, he was among the wealthiest magnates in Five-river Province, owning dozens of companies.
With a fortune worth tens of billions, he often attended major domestic and international exhibitions.
But when he entered the Ridge Family estate to start the inventory of their assets, his breathing became labored.
Watching truckloads of valuables leaving, Miguel’s legs shook.
The wealth hidden within the Ridge Family was equivalent to the total assets of some small nations.
Among them were many national treasures.
There were a few items that Miguel had even seen in magazines, described as lost treasures.
He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his flushed face.
Could the world of the wealthy be this unadorned and dull?
At the final tally of the assets, Miguel unexpectedly discovered that the Ridge Family were shareholders in ninety percent of the publicly-listed companies in Five-river Province.
This meant that he now directly controlled the economic lifeline of Five-river Province.
Thud!
The nearly fifty-year-old man collapsed to the ground.
It took him a long time to regain his composure.
Outside the gate.
"Western Emperor, I... I don’t know how to express my excitement, please accept my bow!"
Thud!
Frances Leocadia knelt again.
"There’s no need for that."
Julius Reed felt a touch of embarrassment, "I have some matters to deal with recently. Once settled, I will go to the mountains to continue painting. But, don’t mention today’s event to anyone."
"Understood!"
Frances Leocadia said excitedly, "I am known as a man of sealed lips on Northern Mount! Please rest assured, Western Emperor, once I return, I will devote myself to diligent practice and will not disgrace your venerable name!"
After finishing his speech, he trembled as he pulled a painting from his robe, "This is a scroll I’ve cherished for a year, painted impromptu during my travels. I now dedicate it to the Western Emperor, and hope it finds favor."
"Thank you for this."
Julius Reed nodded, took the painting from the car window, and tossed it onto the back seat.
The scroll was made of precious materials, but what hadn’t Julius Reed seen?
Therefore, he didn’t pay much attention to it.
"Bid farewell to the Western Emperor!"
Frances Leocadia bowed deeply in fervor, prostrating himself, "Take care, sir."
"Let’s go."
Julius Reed waved his hand, and the driver immediately drove him and Aron Jackson towards the Kensington estate.
No sooner had they left than Frances Leocadia excitedly pulled out his phone and called his master, "Master, I met the Western Emperor in Five-river Province, and he even spoke to me!"
After speaking, without waiting for his master to reply, Frances quickly hung up and immediately called his senior fellow disciple, "Guess who I met today! The Western Emperor! He even spoke to me, you know, and I even presented him with a portrait of a beauty!"
Until his phone battery died, Frances remained somewhat reluctant to end the conversation.
"Help me think, who else haven’t I boasted to about this?" he muttered to himself, "The Western Emperor actually spoke to me..."
...
"This Taoist is quite interesting."
Aron Jackson sat in the passenger seat, grinning, "Big brother, wherever you go, you’re like a celestial being! Yet some dare to oppose you."
The Ridge Family was simply digging its own grave.
If they had been compliant, their descendants for at least five generations could have been wealthy and prestigious.
How many people could ever ask for such a life?
Yet, Truman Ridge schemed in every way possible to oppose Julius Reed.
Like an ant trying to stop a vehicle, there was only one outcome.
On the other hand, Frances Leocadia, despite initially claiming he would kill Julius Reed,
had shown utmost respect afterward, undoubtedly saving his own life.
Even a hand stretched forward won’t strike a smiling face.
The Ridge Family was clearly getting too arrogant.
"Every ten years, I go to Northern Mount for a tour. The scenery is beautiful there. Frances Leocadia is a decent man, at least he knows gratitude," Julius Reed leaned back in the rear seat, slowly closing his eyes, "Next time I go, I’ll teach him a move or two."
Solely observing my sword from a distance left a lasting impression on him.
Such a person can certainly make a mark.
Moreover, Frances Leocadia has a solid foundation,
Though his swordsmanship is heavens apart from mine,
he had managed to comprehend a hint of dominance, far surpassing most people.
Entering the path, what’s most needed is insight.
Nine parts effort, one part talent.
But often, it’s the talent that sets the limit.
At the Kensington Family’s place.
The sounds of gongs and drums filled the air.
The entire courtyard was already covered with red carpets.
Firecrackers burst at the entrance, and luxury cars crowded the scene.
Brodie Kensington stood at the doorstep, dressed neatly in a black Chinese tunic suit, leaning on a pure gold cane with a dragon head, his expression lively and spirited.
At his side, Theodore Kensington also wore the long robe of the Kensington Family Martial Arts School, with a group of apprentices standing behind him.
Once all the firecrackers had exploded.
The ground was covered with red paper!
Only then did the influential people of Five-river Province dare to approach.
But they still didn’t dare to enter.
"Sect Leader of Zade Sect, Crosby Michael has arrived!"
Following a shout.
An old man in a white robe descended from a sedan, immediately surrounded by two assistants.
One on the left and one on the right, holding up a plaque.
Golden characters on the plaque.
Using softness to overcome hardness.
The strongest under heaven.
"Sect Leader Crosby!"
Theodore quickly walked over and took Crosby Michael’s hand, "Your presence at our humble home truly brings glory to my family!"
Both being martial artists, the Zade Sect was very renowned.
Moreover, with Sect Leader Crosby’s presence in person, Theodore, as a junior, felt somewhat overwhelmed by the honor.
"Ahem..."
Crosby Michael coughed lightly and spoke, "Your Kensington Family in Five-river Province is very famous. Ninety percent of the martial arts schools are under your control. How could I not come when your family is hosting such a grand ceremony?"
Normally, he wouldn’t even look at such an invitation; he would throw it directly into the trash.
No matter what Crosby Michael’s abilities were like, the reputation of Zade Sect was very impressive.
Many foreign friends even became disciples under him, wishing to learn Chinese kung fu.
With such status, Crosby Michael was destined not to consider the smaller Kensington Family highly.
But now things were different!
The Kensington Family had a Grandmaster.
And a young one at that.
Although Crosby Michael had a great reputation, his actual skills were not very strong.
He didn’t even have the skills of Brodie Kensington, but his marketing was very successful, leading people to mistakenly believe he was a master.
As long as he did not act, outsiders would always think he was a master!
An unrivaled master!
Tens of thousands of his disciples all believed their master was a Grandmaster.
A Great Grandmaster!
Only Crosby Michael knew in his heart that he was far from being a Grandmaster.
With the appearance of a young Grandmaster in the Kensington Family, the entire martial arts world was hugely excited.
Crosby Michael had to attend, aiming to establish a good relationship with Hendrick Kensington.
"Sect Leader Crosby, please!"
Theodore, excited, extended his hand, gesturing for Crosby Michael to enter first.
Several apprentices from the Kensington Family Martial Arts School quickly dashed forward to lead the way.
"Master Matthew Moore from Wellington Radcliffe has arrived!"
Another shout followed.
A young man in a long robe and glasses slowly walked over.
"Master Matthew? Is it Matthias Moore, the young Grandmaster renowned throughout Wellington Radcliffe?"
"Exactly, Matthias Moore! Previously, with Master Matthew in Wellington Radcliffe, the Kensington Family had to act according to his mood! Now, with a young Grandmaster emerging in the Kensington Family, it’s like the north and south watching each other from a distance!"
"Today, will Master Matthew make a move?"
The figures in the martial arts community of Five-river Province whispered among themselves.
Three-river Province bordered Five-river Province.
In between, there was a river.
Matthias Moore was indeed from Wellington Radcliffe, and all martial arts schools within Three-river Province belonged to him.
The biggest obstacle for the Kensington Family to break out from Five-river Province was Master Matthew!
Now this long-revered Grandmaster’s appearance made these martial artists indulge in fanciful thoughts.
If there was a Grandmaster duel, it would definitely be a sight to see!
"President of the Martial Arts Association, Cooper Ridge has arrived!"
The third call silenced the entire venue.
The Martial Arts Association!
Once an unparalleled martial arts sanctuary!
But now, with both the deputy president and the president consecutively killed,
it had turned into a laughing stock within the entire martial arts community.
Now, the new president condescending to attend the Kensington family’s grand event?
All eyes involuntarily fell on Cooper Ridge.
This was the new president’s first public appearance since the trouble at the Martial Arts Association!
