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Chapter 913: 913 Chapter Midnight Highway
Carmichael family mansion.
Julius Reed sat on the sofa, looking at the clock on the wall.
Twenty-three o’clock.
The night was deep and silent.
The moon hung high above the heavens, and outside the window, an owl was hooting.
"Huh!"
Julius Reed picked up a bottle of Coke, wearily tearing off the tab.
Drained it in one gulp.
The cold soda surged down his throat instantly! 𝚗ovp𝚞b.𝚌om
It made him slightly more alert.
"Have you figured it out?"
He sighed, lifting his head to look at Templeton Lena in front of him.
"It’s all clear now, Doug Martinez wasn’t lying."
Templeton Lena spread a map on the table, marked with several red dots.
"Three groups have infiltrated! And they have reached a consensus, uniting together."
He pointed to three red circles, finally stopping at a line: "North Suburb Highway! After they converge, they plan to enter through this road."
"Prepare to make a move."
Julius Reed crushed the Coke bottle in his hand, and angrily threw it to the ground: "Problems just keep coming..."
He was very annoyed.
Theoretically, after living for tens of thousands of years, he should have seen through some things.
Yet now, malevolence began to fill his heart.
Subconsciously, Julius Reed looked down at the Dragon King Ring on his hand.
The gem on the ring started to flash red light.
"Sealing Dragon Platform has been activated, the bigger troubles perhaps lie ahead."
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
Every time he became angry, the Dragon King Ring would light up with red light.
But three years ago, he remembered that the ring did not seem to behave this way.
The man in black who gave him the ring, exactly...
"Hiss!"
Headache!
Unbearable pain!
Julius Reed gently massaged his temples, utterly exhausted.
Even with a trace of irritability.
"Mad Dragon. Are you alright?"
Templeton Lena asked concernedly.
"I’m fine."
Julius Reed waved his hand lightly: "Today. You and Venassa Pine might need to work harder, I’m not feeling well."
"Please rest assured, those people are not strong fighters! Back in my days at Seven Clouds Academy, they were still playing in the mud!"
Templeton Lena spoke confidently, pride filled his face.
Seven Clouds Academy.
That was their pride!
"By the way, your employee is really impressive! In just a few hours, he managed to clarify the movements of three groups. Moreover, he even grasped their future whereabouts very clearly."
He said excitedly: "But back then, why didn’t I ever see him in the academy?"
"He’s called Wolf Cavalry, my personal guard."
Julius Reed smiled faintly: "Wolf Cavalry is organized in squads, each possessing their own expertise. What you saw today excels in gathering information. One day, you will meet the combat division of my Wolf Cavalry!"
Speaking of this, his eyes showed anticipation.
Nearly four years, the tremendous effort he spent in training the Wolf Cavalry, he wondered how they were doing.
"If you see them, you will be surprised."
"Really?"
Templeton Lena was somewhat incredulous: "Could it be better than our Seven Clouds Academy..."
"You will see."
Julius Reed interrupted him.
When Wolf Cavalry strikes, the world will be shaken!
In the past, the King of the Plains showed disrespect to the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, vowing to trample Demarco Mount and capture the Dragon King!
But the next day, a hundred Wolf Cavalry charged a thousand miles!
They directly broke through thousands of Cavalry and killed the King of the Plains inside Neolle Leocadia!
The martial community and the sects were all shaken by this!
From that moment, the name of Wolf Cavalry became renowned throughout the land.
"I look forward to that day!"
Templeton Lena put away the map on the table: "Shall we set out?"
"Let’s go!"
Julius Reed gently pinched his temples and quickly left the room.
On the Eastern Suburb Highway late at night.
A dozen cars were speeding along.
The entire highway, for dozens of kilometers, had only this line of vehicles.
"Look, can we really do this? I heard that even after his losses at Ceylon Mountain, it barely scratched the Mad Dragon."
Inside a black SUV in the center, four people were seated.
Apart from the driver, the remaining three were the leaders of this operation.
"I’ve never thought much of the people from Ceylon Mountain. It’s not that their combat power isn’t up to par, but their starting point is just wrong!"
The leader from Eastern Island shook his head, "How can brute force be used against Seven Clouds Academy? It requires cunning!"
"Hard to say. Hasn’t the Starlight Group in Central Plains also faced heavy losses? You might say those from Ceylon Mountain are dimwitted, but what about the Starlight Group? A seasoned Shadow Warrior organization, yet they lost dozens of people in a few days."
The woman with blonde hair twirled her hair lightly, a look of disdain on her face, "If you guys from Eastern Island were to make a move, I’m afraid you wouldn’t do any better than Ceylon Mountain and Starlight Group."
The three belonged to different organizations.
Eastern Island, Green Clan, and Crane Roaring Mountain.
The woman was from Crane Roaring Mountain, and in terms of status, she was much higher than those from Eastern Island and Green Clan.
Eastern Island was a group of fishermen a long time ago.
Driven to desperation, they embarked on this path.
Over the decades, the island developed significantly, and many experts emerged among them.
"Heh heh! That might not be the case, the mission our island master gave me is to outsmart! If you two groups want to strong-arm it, don’t blame me for not joining."
The leader from Eastern Island leaned back in the rear seat, glancing at his watch, "This time difference is really killing me!"
"Shadow Gate is an assassination organization, yet they ended up the same, with several of their leaders killed."
The people from Green Clan also looked down on those from Eastern Island.
The car fell silent.
Everyone harbored their own thoughts.
As martial artists, they naturally were not as naive as children.
There was only one Divine Dragon Tripod, but there were three groups.
In the end, they would definitely have to fight fiercely over the Divine Dragon Tripod.
Although it looked peaceful for now.
Squeak!
A sound of emergency braking echoed.
The car stopped in the middle of the road.
"What’s going on?"
The daughter of the master of Crane Roaring Mountain, Quentin Leopold, spoke out, "Why the sudden brake!"
The three in the back were all unprepared.
An abrupt brake almost had them crashing into the seats.
"Miss, all the cars ahead have stopped."
The driver pointed ahead.
On the single-lane highway, a row of sedans all halted.
The brake lights lit up simultaneously.
"Ask what’s the matter!"
Quentin Leopold said impatiently.
It was late night, and they hadn’t adjusted to the time difference yet.
Everyone was listless and utterly exhausted.
"Up front, what’s going on?"
The driver took out a walkie-talkie and shouted into it.
Half a minute later, a man jogged over and knocked on the window.
"What’s happening!"
Quentin Leopold rolled down the window, her body involuntarily shivering.
The midnight spring breeze was still a bit chilly.
"There’s a big hole dug in the road, none of us can get past,"
The man said breathlessly.
"Fill it in! Our time is precious, don’t waste it!"
Quentin Leopold waved her hand and slowly rolled up the window.
Almost instantly, she seemed to sense danger.
Her body instinctively leaned back!
Crack!
A dart pierced through the body of the man in front of her, shattering the rear windshield of the vehicle.
"Ah..."
The leader from Eastern Island wasn’t prepared at all and was hit by a stray bullet in the shoulder, screaming in anguish.
"Be careful, there are Shadow Warriors!"
The driver floored the accelerator, and the other vehicles quickly reversed, tightly blocking the car where Quentin Leopold was.
PS: Will change the update time to daytime.
Still five Chapters.
You don’t need to wait in the middle of the night, it’s tiring for you and exhausting for me to write at night too.
Given the recent tough environment, things aren’t too busy at work.
I can write some during the day.
It’s good, I’ll adjust my work schedule.
Writing is a marathon, maintaining health is essential for a steady update rhythm.
