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Chapter 1090: Chapter 1090: Alliance
"Wolf General, I am extremely honored to work with you," Moore said with utmost respect.
Gonzalez City.
Inside a dimly lit civilian house,
Three men were seated.
Outside, stood several blond, blue-eyed individuals.
They were vigilantly observing their surroundings.
"Mr. Jack Moore, I’ve heard you are the wealthiest man in Abernathy. Unexpectedly, you’re also an outstanding stealth operative,"
A bald Westerner wearing a leather coat picked up his glass and chuckled in jest, "I’m very honored to meet you."
"Wolf General, what brings you here from the southern border?" Windy Johnson sat upright, casually asking, "I’ve always heard that you’ve been warring with the Willson Pavilion for many years in the southern territory. Now that it’s spring, hostilities at the front are unceasing. As the number two man in Deep Cold, second only to the Marshal, why have you stealthily come to Gonzalez City?"
The bald man in front of him was none other than Black Wolf!
The commander of Deep Cold’s southern territory, his authority second only to the Marshal within Deep Cold.
Since last year, Willson Pavilion’s people had been launching frenzied attacks against Deep Cold, resulting in heavy casualties among this organization of Shadow Warriors.
Finally, Black Wolf had established defensive lines in the south, narrowly halting the advancement of Willson Pavilion.
This war, which captivated the attention of countless martial arts masters, slowly evolved into a struggle where both sides spared no expense.
But now, amidst the thick of this bitter fight, Black Wolf had quietly arrived in Gonzalez City.
Windy Johnson was somewhat curious.
"For there’s a reason to come to Gonzalez City. Our Marshal has already spoken with the North Sea Princess by phone, and according to the Princess’s wishes, you need to cooperate with all of my actions in Gonzalez City!"
Black Wolf picked up a bowl of liquor and took a big gulp!
Like drinking water, he downed ninety-nine proof vodka in one go.
"Hisss... that hits the spot!"
He took a deep breath, his face brimming with an indescribable sense of satisfaction!
"Wolf General, my North Sea has absolutely no ties with your Deep Cold. What do you mean by that statement?"
Windy Johnson expressed his displeasure, "You aim to dominate the martial arts world, while we seek to liberate the North Sea. At most, our waters don’t violate each other’s rivers. And you’re asking for my assistance?"
He snorted lightly, with a touch of arrogance: "I am a Grandmaster."
"Grandmaster?"
Black Wolf unfastened the flask from his belt and poured its contents into the bowl.
"It seems as if you’re implying that I am not a Grandmaster!"
Whoosh!
No sooner had the words fallen, Black Wolf struck down with a palm!
In an instant, the table was reduced to rubble.
And the bowl of liquor somehow remained suspended in midair.
"I’m offering you a drink!"
Black Wolf’s gaze suddenly grew cold, and he pushed forward with his right hand!
"Thanks!"
Windy Johnson immediately rose to his feet, pointing his right middle finger at the bowl of liquor.
Just like that, the bowl remained suspended in the air.
Motionless.
An impasse.
"Let’s promote harmony between the two of us,"
Horton Moore said with an awkward smile, hoping to defuse the tension.
But as his hand barely touched the bowl of liquor.
Crack!
The bowl exploded instantaneously!
Liquor splashed all over Horton Moore.
"Hmph!"
Windy Johnson hummed coldly and sat back down in his seat.
"You’ve got impressive skills. I wouldn’t have guessed," Black Wolf said nonchalantly, "Indeed, it’s as I said. The North Sea Princess and our Deep Cold Marshal spoke over the phone. If you don’t believe it, you can go and ask her yourself."
After finishing his words, he lifted the flask from his belt and poured the liquor into his mouth in large gulps.
Ding-a-ling-a-ling!
Before Windy Johnson could speak, the phone in Black Wolf’s hand began to ring.
"Elder!"
After seeing the caller’s name, Windy Johnson answered the phone with great respect.
"I assume you’ve already met with Black Wolf, the top General. The Princess mandates that we give our full cooperation. You, as our North Sea spokesperson, are fully responsible for the North Sea personnel’s actions in Gonzalez City. You must ensure that General Black Wolf successfully completes his mission."
Elder Victor’s voice came from the phone.
Listening to the tone, there was almost no doubt.
"Understood!"
Windy Johnson swallowed, reluctantly agreeing.
After hanging up the phone, he took a deep breath to calm the restless emotions within.
"Now, I think we can have our talk."
Black Wolf looked at Windy Johnson with some satisfaction, walked over, and clapped him on the shoulder, "Buddy, I don’t like to see you so gloomy. Shall we cooperate sooner and get the serious work done, alright?"
"Tell me, what do you need me to do?"
Windy Johnson was a hundred times unwilling in his heart, but still had to comply.
Elders Victor’s words carried a lot of weight in The North Sea.
Moreover, this time Baylor Davenport had given the nod, and he could not refuse.
"You’ve heard of Seven Clouds Academy, haven’t you?"
Black Wolf walked to the window of a civilian house, looked out into the dark night, and spoke indifferently, "You may know that, years ago, Seven Clouds Academy was once the dominator of the martial world."
"I’ve heard a little about it."
Windy Johnson nodded.
The name of Seven Clouds Academy was very resounding.
So much so that many in the martial world, or those related to the martial world, would have heard of it to some extent.
"Now, Seven Clouds Academy has risen strongly, and it has killed two Young Masters. You should have heard about this too," Black Wolf began again.
"Of course, I have heard."
Windy Johnson sighed and said helplessly, "One of them was even once my son-in-law in The North Sea."
The murder of Hendrick Kensington came as a surprise to everyone.
That was a disciple of Mount Shu!
"We have already bribed several major stewards within Willson Pavilion," Black Wolf said as he took three cigars out of his pocket and offered one to Windy Johnson.
"Sorry, that’s not my cup of tea."
Windy Johnson coldly refused.
If the paths diverge, no plans can be made together.
"Mr. Jack Moore," Black Wolf walked straight up to Horton Moore, similarly offering a cigar.
"Thank you."
Horton Moore accepted the cigar without ceremony, took out a lighter from his breast pocket, and lit it for himself while also lighting Black Wolf’s.
"Hisss!"
Black Wolf took a deep inhale, slowly exhaling the smoke, "Within three months, we in Deep Cold will strike at Willson Pavilion Headquarters. By then, the only force that could threaten our position as overlord will be Seven Clouds Academy."
He spoke with the cigar in his mouth, hands braced against the wall.
"The reputation of Seven Clouds Academy has deeply rooted itself in people’s hearts! Even if they are not as strong as before, once the banner of the Golden Dragon Devouring the Sun is raised, the entire martial world will shake!"
"The status of Deep Cold does not allow for any further challenge."
Black Wolf turned around, looking at Windy Johnson, "So now, I’m going to take down Seven Clouds Academy, take down Mad Dragon! Do you understand?"
"Seven Clouds Academy’s headquarters are now located in the Five-state International building. I’m quite familiar with that place," Horton Moore came over, cigar in mouth, and said, "Wolf General not only intends to wipe out Mad Dragon but also Julius Reed. Mr. Windy Johnson, this is precisely why The North Sea wants to cooperate with him."
"Oh?"
Windy Johnson narrowed his eyes and asked, "How do we proceed?"
Taking down Julius Reed would hugely benefit the entirety of The North Sea.
If Deep Cold really planned to do this, he would definitely cooperate. 𝓃𝓸𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
"Let me introduce a friend first."
Horton Moore clapped his hands and spoke lightly, "Elder Ellsworth, please."
As soon as he finished speaking,
An old man walked in from outside.
"Let me introduce him—this is Supreme Elder Atticus Ellsworth of Medicine King Valley!"
Horton Moore walked over, smiling as he said, "This is Mr. Azure Wind of The North Sea, Windy Johnson. The supreme leader of Deep Cold, the guardian of the southern territory, Black Wolf."
"Oh?"
Windy Johnson sized up Horton Moore with some surprise, "You know quite a lot of people."
"Actually, all three of you have been connected by me," Horton Moore spoke lightly with two fingers holding his cigar.
