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Chapter 1055: Chapter 1055: Mind Your Own Business
When interrogating Hendrick Kensington just now, Julius Reed’s attention was entirely on the arena, and he had not noticed the approaching danger.
By the time the dart flew toward him, sensing the peril, he instinctively leaned back.
But he neglected Hendrick Kensington.
As a result, an important source of information was silenced.
"Why didn’t you run?"
Having climbed over the Kensington family’s high wall, Julius Reed discovered a Shadow Warrior standing at the base of the wall.
Behind the Shadow Warrior was a wooden ladder.
"I couldn’t escape."
The Shadow Warrior was dressed in ordinary grey athletic clothes, cradling a modified dart box in his arms.
The darts’ caliber was large, and without any defense, could easily kill a common Grandmaster like Hendrick Kensington.
"In front of you, only the top expert just now could have managed to escape."
"That’s also true."
Julius Reed stood still, smiling at the Shadow Warrior who was less than three meters away from him.
It was normal for him not to catch Leighton Yarrow.
Since his power hadn’t fully recovered, he beat Leighton Yarrow solely by responding to his moves and inflicting psychological damage.
Or rather, it was an overwhelming on a perceptive level.
In terms of current abilities, Leighton Yarrow was no less skilled than Julius Reed.
Until the full power of the Dragon King Ring was unleashed, Julius Ree’s abilities were temporarily restricted.
He needed to exert some of his energy to prevent the murderous aura within the Dragon King Ring from permeating his body.
This inevitably meant Julius Reed could not go all out.
As for the Shadow Warrior before him.
He had some tricks, but he wouldn’t escape from my grasp.
"Since you know you can’t escape, you might as well cooperate."
Julius Reed stood with his hands clasped behind his back and said coldly, "Tell me, who sent you."
"Hiss..."
The Shadow Warrior took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled a cloud of white smoke.
He appeared to fondly reminisce and was reluctant to part with the taste of the cigarette.
In the brief time it took for these few sentences to be spoken.
The cigarette had burned to the end.
"Thank you for letting me finish this cigarette."
Looking at the cigarette butt burned down to the filter in his hand, a self-mocking smile flashed across the Shadow Warrior’s face.
He lifted his head, eyes reddened, and looked at Julius Reed: "Do you know the first thing I did before I opened the dart box?"
Julius Reed didn’t respond, but a bad premonition started to form.
"I took a deadly poison."
The Shadow Warrior playfully stuck out his tongue, clutching the dart box tightly: "Good luck to you."
Thump!
After saying that.
He collapsed straight to the ground.
Between his fingers, he still clutched the cigarette butt.
Massive amounts of blood started to spill from his eyes and nose.
His pupils rapidly dissipated.
No signs of life remained.
"This is truly interesting."
Julius Reed shook his head, giving the now lifeless Shadow Warrior a final look.
He crouched down to close the warrior’s eyes.
In the game of power, there would be countless such characters sacrificed.
He got up and leapt back inside the wall.
In the courtyard, besides those from Seven Clouds Academy, there were only Terry Moore, Karen, and others.
The only irrelevant person was Cooper Ridge.
This former president of the Martial Arts Association was trembling as he sat on a chair.
Even as all the Martial Artists fled, he hadn’t moved an inch.
"Mad... Mad Dragon..."
Cooper Ridge’s hands gripped the chair as he slowly stood up.
Just now from below the stage, his heart had been racing.
If Mad Dragon had indeed died at the hands of Leighton Yarrow, it would have been the end of the Martial Arts Association—ruined by his own hands.
Luckily, he had bet on the right side.
"Cooper Ridge, there’s something I need your help with. If you can do it well, consider that I owe you—not the Martial Arts Association—a favor," Julius Reed said, pulling up a chair and sitting in front of him.
Cooper Ridge knelt on one knee, called out resolutely, "Please command, Mad Dragon! As long as it can preserve the Martial Arts Association, I, Yannick Ridge, am willing to do anything for Seven Clouds Academy!"
"It’s well-known that you followed the ghostly healer, Mr. Reed, for ten years. In those ten years, the ghostly healer shared everything he had, passing on his unparalleled skills to you." Julius Reed leaned forward with a smile and said, "You have achieved mastery through medicine."
When these words were spoken, Cooper Ridge’s body trembled, and he dully raised his head.
After a moment of silence, he forced a smile and said, "I can’t hide anything from you."
Masters of medicine are exceedingly rare!
And the pinnacle of medicine over the past several hundred years belonged to that genius medicine king of Medicine King Valley.
You must know that even the Supreme Elders of Medicine King Valley couldn’t attain mastery through medicine.
Orville Ellsworth, Atticus Ellsworth, both came from martial arts backgrounds.
"I’m a little better informed, that’s all."
Julius Reed extended a hand, making a very small gesture: "As it happens, I have a friend whose face has been ruined, and I would like to ask for your help in treating her."
After speaking, he waved towards Karen: "Come here."
Ever since Karen and Terry Moore had sworn allegiance to him, Julius Reed had been thinking about helping Karen restore her face.
Unfortunately, the previous trip to Medicine King Valley hadn’t been successful.
This poison seemed irreversible.
Latter in the capital, after Julius Reed had reasserted control over Lillian Tompson, he ordered her to find out the whereabouts of the ghostly healer, Mr. Reed.
Mr. Reed wasn’t very famous, but his ability was unmatched.
Back when Julius Reed, in his guise as Mad Dragon, was looking for the Divine Dragon Tripod, he had come across Mr. Reed.
The two had spoken by campfire in a cave.
In the morning, Lillian Tompson found out some information through her own network of contacts.
Mr. Reed was mysterious and untraceable.
But his disciple turned out to be Cooper Ridge, the current president of the Martial Arts Association.
Furthermore, Cooper Ridge was about to visit the Kensington Family to attend the martial arts event.
So Julius Reed called Karen and Terry Moore, planning to ask Cooper Ridge for help.
Now that Cooper Ridge had pledged his allegiance on his own, it saved a lot of trouble.
"Mr. ... Mr. Reed..."
Thump!
Karen knelt down on the ground, tears in her eyes, saying: "Thank you for your great kindness..."
She had long given up on her face.
But unexpectedly, there was still hope.
Karen wanted to cry.
"Don’t rush, whether it can be cured is still up for discussion."
Julius Reed patted his shoulder and smiled, "Please, Mr. Ridge, see what you can do."
This respectful address made Cooper Ridge’s body tremble.
He quickly stood up, squatting in front of Karen.
His hands gently touched her face.
"This is..."
"Medicine King Valley once tested their drugs on me, and this ghastly result is what came of it."
Mentioning Medicine King Valley, Karen’s eyes were full of hatred!
Simply because of a dog, she ended up looking like this ghostly figure!
Like a monster with a ruined face in her fifties!
"So that’s what happened."
Cooper Ridge slowly closed his eyes and pinched Karen’s wrinkled face.
A moment later.
He took his hands away.
"Your lifestyle has been unchecked for a long time, leading to kidney deficiency and various illnesses."
Cooper Ridge blinked and added, "And furthermore..."
"The face!"
Julius Reed pointed at Karen’s face: "Focus on this!"
"Ah, occupational hazard!"
Cooper Ridge scratched his head in embarrassment, his expression solemn, "This condition is probably due to the long-term accumulation of medicine in the skin, causing blockage in the blood vessels underneath. Treating it will be very difficult, but not impossible. However, the medicine required includes One-Tail Grass."
"One-Tail Grass is rare in the world; I can’t get it at the moment."
After saying that, he patted Karen’s shoulder: "But rest assured, I will do my best."
"Mhm."
A shadow of disappointment crossed Karen’s eyes, but she still smiled and grasped Cooper Ridge’s hand: "Thank you. When you’re in the capital, please let me offer you a big health spa treatment."
"This..."
Cooper Ridge didn’t quite know how to respond.
"One-Tail Grass? I have a lot of that stuff."
Julius Reed stood up and looked at Cooper Ridge: "You go back to the Martial Arts Association first. When I get the One-Tail Grass, I’ll trouble you to make a trip over."
"Mad Dragon, are you sure it’s the One-Tail Grass? That’s a famous and valuable medicinal herb in the world, even if..."
"I use it to feed horses."
Julius Reed patted his shoulder and said indifferently, "I have plenty."
