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Chapter 988: Chapter 988: Rogan Harsh Comes to Gonzalez City
The moon shone faintly, stars sparse in the sky.
Gonzalez City Airport.
Although it was already night, those picking up passengers and the disembarking passengers continued to come and go incessantly.
People of various appearances stood at the airport entrance, some waiting for friends and family, others with a flickering gaze.
Their eyes ceaselessly sweeping around.
Under the cover of night, many unseen figures were intently watching the entrance.
"Brysen Beaumont."
Outside the airport, within a woodland five hundred meters away.
Brysen Beaumont held a phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
In front of him, the ground was littered with cigarette butts.
In about an hour’s time, there were already over thirty cigarette butts.
This showed that Brysen Beaumont hadn’t stopped even for a moment.
"Granny, I’m near the airport."
He stubbed out the cigarette he was holding and coughed a few times.
"That bastard Devlin actually incited the mages of Thunderpeak Hall to smoke!"
Granny Xihua cursed over the phone, then her tone softened somewhat, "How was the last battle? All good?"
"There were some surprises."
Brysen Beaumont leaned against a tree, his voice tinged with melancholy, "I thought I could kill Julius Reed and seize the Divine Dragon Tripod in one fell swoop. Little did I know it nearly cost me my life... Luckily, I had the heart-protecting mirror, otherwise, I’d already be having my seventh-day death ritual."
He still couldn’t resist; he pulled out another cigarette from his pocket and placed it in his mouth.
Lit it.
"Unexpectedly, Julius Reed recovered so quickly."
Granny Xihua also felt surprised.
After a moment of silence, she spoke again, "As far as I know, Rogan Harsh, who faked his death ten years ago, has re-entered the scene. He knows quite a bit about the secrets of the Divine Dragon Tripod. We could let him clash with Julius Reed first, and then we’ll reap the benefits."
"Rogan Harsh?"
Brysen Beaumont was surprised upon hearing this, "The old fellow isn’t dead?"
Ten years ago, Rogan Harsh briefly possessed the Divine Dragon Tripod!
This, though speculated by many, was largely true.
Back then, the Seven Clouds Academy was like a sharp blade.
Wherever it passed, not a blade of grass grew.
Rogan Harsh fled with the Divine Dragon Tripod for half a month before finally being surrounded at the Five Elemental Mountains.
In utter desperation, he leaped off a cliff, using his unique secret technique to fake his death and escape the calamity.
From that day on, the world knew that Rogan Harsh was dead, taking the secret with him beyond this mortal coil.
Yet now, Rogan Harsh had reappeared!
This was sure to draw considerable attention.
The rumors about the Divine Dragon Tripod had been circulating in the martial arts world for over a decade, yet the only person who possibly touched and even controlled its secrets was Rogan Harsh.
This grandmaster, once a dominant force in his day, had offended the Seven Clouds Academy because of the Divine Dragon Tripod, resulting in the destruction of his sect and forcing him to fake his death to survive ten years.
"Why would Rogan Harsh resurface after ten years of lying low?"
After a brief moment of recollection, Brysen Beaumont spoke, "He has already ’died’ once; to die again would surely be for real."
The same trick would not work twice!
Moreover, someone like Rogan Harsh, with his resumption, was bound to cause a sensation.
"Two possibilities."
Granny Xihua explained over the phone, "From what Devlin and I deduced, Rogan Harsh must know about the Mad Dragon’s amnesia. But he does not know who the Mad Dragon is. Second, over these ten years, his abilities have become strong enough not to fear the Mad Dragon. Jerry Anderson, the president of the Martial Arts Association, is actually his disciple!"
"What!"
Brysen Beaumont felt extremely surprised.
The Martial Arts Association was indeed prestigious.
He was somewhat familiar with Jerry Anderson’s capabilities.
There weren’t many grandmasters, and Jerry Anderson was definitely one of the leading figures among them.
It seemed that Rogan Harsh, in ten years’ time, had reached a truly terrifying level.
"But how does Rogan Harsh know of Julius Reed’s whereabouts? The affairs regarding the Mad Dragon are known to very few."
This was Brysen Beaumont’s greatest puzzle.
Granny Xihua was one of the few who knew about it.
However, most people were unaware of Julius Reed’s dual identity.
"Someone is secretly collaborating with Rogan Harsh. But exactly who it is, I’m still investigating," Granny Xihua lowered her voice, took a deep breath, and said, "Our enemies are increasing by the number, and so are our rivals! Find Lily Jorden immediately. Although Nine Spirits was killed, Lily Jorden is poisoned with a toxin no one can cure. This is our trump card against Julius Reed!"
"Shouldn’t Devlin be the one to find people?"
Brysen Beaumont reached into his pocket only to find an empty cigarette pack.
"The undercurrents in Gonzalez City are surging. Devlin needs to break the deadlock! Besides, Lily Jorden is easy to find. She’s inexperienced and lacks support, so she won’t be hard to locate."
After Granny Xihua finished speaking, her tone carried a hint of excitement, "There’s good news from Medicine King Valley; the formula is almost complete."
"Medicine King Valley has always coveted our formula. You need to be cautious, Granny."
Brysen Beaumont voiced a reminder.
When it came to the research of the elixir of immortality, Medicine King Valley was always the first choice for collaboration.
But although it was a partnership, both parties had their ulterior motives.
The most valuable ingredient, human blood, was tightly controlled by Granny Xihua; Medicine King Valley couldn’t find any substitute.
But Medicine King Valley was also deliberately slowing down the progress.
Trying to unravel the secret.
"No matter, with the raw materials in our hands, even if Medicine King Valley racks their brains, they won’t be able to find a substitute."
Granny Xihua spoke confidently, "In the next few days, I will personally go to Medicine King Valley to urge them to complete the formula as soon as possible. You must follow Julius Reed closely and seize the opportunity to intercept him amid the chaos."
"Understood!"
Brysen Beaumont threw the empty cigarette pack on the ground and slowly stood up.
His gaze fixed on the airport entrance.
A black sedan slowly pulled up.
Aron Jackson, wearing headphones, led Terry Moore and Julius Reed out of the car.
And Karen was sitting inside the sedan.
At this moment, Julius Reed, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, was hard to recognize.
"Something’s not right..."
Brysen Beaumont watched Aron Jackson’s figure, feeling somewhat surprised.
The same person, yet why was there such a big difference in aura between two meetings!
But what he didn’t know was,
the last time, when Noam Martin came to pick up Quella Radcliffe, all his men were top experts from The North Sea.
Now, there was only Terry Moore, so the aura was naturally different.
Watching in the shadows, there wasn’t only Brysen Beaumont.
There was also a middle-aged man.
The man took out his phone and dialed a number.
At the airport entrance, Aron Jackson immediately received a call.
"Remember, according to the plan, put pressure on Julius Reed."
"Understood."
Aron Jackson nodded and gestured to Julius Reed.
Moments later, Lillian Tompson walked at the front, followed by seven or eight bodyguards.
She strode out of the airport.
She wore a trench coat, massive earrings, long brown hair, and high heels, exuding a very queenly presence.
Taking this opportunity, wearing a baseball cap, Julius Reed walked directly in and blended in with those people.
Then they climbed into the black sedan together.
Before getting in the car, he deliberately revealed his face.
"Holy Master."
Sitting in the back of the sedan, Lillian Tompson bowed her head very respectfully.
"The remnants of The North Sea are actually in cahoots with the Night Fairy. Could this possibly be related to Grace River?"
Julius Reed asked aloud.
Ivan Reed had once gotten the Night Fairy’s mask, which meant Grace River must have been in contact with the Night Fairy.
"Holy Master, although Grace River has been searching for Leander Sylvan’s whereabouts, she scorns getting involved with the remnants of The North Sea."
Lillian Tompson spoke with a touch of pride, "After all, we are your personal maidservants, and our elder sister can even command the Wolf Cavalry. What are the remnants of The North Sea, anyway?"
The sedan slowly drove away.
They had not been gone long when an old man walked out of the airport.
"Rogan Harsh!"
Brysen Beaumont’s pupils constricted sharply.
