In the crafting table, there was a telephone.
Levin Lake carefully put the cigarette butt away, walked to the bottom of the crafting table, and gently pressed his hand on it.
Ding!
The seemingly solid crafting table suddenly popped out a drawer.
Inside the drawer, there was a phone.
This was the only way to contact the powerful ancestor.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, Levin Lake never used it.
He took out the phone, took a deep breath, and pressed the green button on it.
Ten seconds later.
The call connected.
"Ancestor..."
"I know about the situation at Moon Manor. Rember, avoid that West Tower. As long as you don’t provoke him for the ti being, there won’t be any trouble."
Pranay Martinez’s lazy voice ca through the receiver. "That guy is not soone you can ss with, as for the others, just sit back and watch the situation unfold. Don’t worry, I’ve inford them, they won’t create unnecessary trouble."
"Ancestor, the door to our crafting table has been smashed in."
"Damn it! Which bastard did it? How are the things inside?" Pranay Martinez interrupted Levin Lake, angrily interrogating, "What are you doing for a living!"
"Grandpa, didn’t you say you had warned them?" Levin Lake cautiously asked.
"Who did it!" Pranay Martinez lost his temper, which was rare.
"Not sure, I stationed people here, but no one was seen entering. The intruder must be very skilled and exceptionally strong," Levin Lake looked at the cigarette butt in his hand, speaking softly, "I have a cigarette butt here, Da Qiann. Supposedly..."
"Devlin?" Pranay Martinez took a deep breath, his tone now icy, "His n went to Moon Manor. Take my token, call out my Earthly Fiend protective squad. Rember, those people from Boulevard Mountain, eliminate them completely!"
"Also, is the crafting table undamaged? My Divine Weapon is almost complete. It’s just that the recent blood moon night... arrived a bit late."
Levin Lake shivered and hurriedly said, "Congratulations, Ancestor!"
"To hell with congratulations! Only speak when my Divine Weapon is ready! Your jinxed words always bring trouble every ti you speak!" Pranay Martinez scolded, "Hand the crafting table over to Earthly Fiend for supervision. If anything goes wrong, I’ll throw you into a volcano! Also, as for Devlin’s people, finish them all off for !"
"Understood!" Levin Lake’s hand trembled!
Earthly Fiend!
That kind of being is like death itself.
He was fortunate to lead Earthly Fiend once and easily obliterated the opponent.
Now that the Ancestor was deploying Earthly Fiend, it was clear he was angry.
"Ancestor, could it be that soone is framing Devlin..." Levin Lake calmly analyzed, proposing a bold idea.
"If soone is framing him, then he’s just unlucky. Since the Da Qiann was found around the crafting table, Devlin is definitely involved!" Pranay Martinez impatiently said, "Get to the bottom of it, I’m working on divination. How about it, Long Sky..."
The call ended.
Levin Lake sighed in relief.
Fortunately, the Ancestor did not punish him.
The thought of commanding Earthly Fiend made him incredibly excited!
Touching his back, Levin Lake found his clothes all soaked.
He initially thought that with the crafting table breached by outsiders, the Ancestor would have ended him; who would have thought he would get just a scolding.
"Devlin, consider yourself unlucky!" Levin Lake snorted softly, swiftly leaving the crafting table.
The situation at Moon Manor was increasingly chaotic.
Julius Reed stood in the hotel, watching a helicopter take off.
That was Levin Lake’s private ride.
It seed he had received instructions and went to call for reinforcents.
As a principal of the upheaval, Julius Reed drank and ate at, completely unconcerned.
People outside did not notice him, nor did those in the hotel.
Anyway, the hotel only knew that a rich man reserved the top floor, not allowing anyone else to enter.
Food and drinks were abundant, and beautiful won attended side by side.
There were those playing flutes, those playing zithers, and others dancing.
It would be nice if Grace River and others were here.
The ordinary won here were hardly captivating.
Just as the helicopter vanished, the ground started to tremble.
Julius Reed stared at the wine glass on the table.
The wine began to ripple.
The rippling grew more intense.
It looked like many people must have arrived outside.
Boom!
A loud explosion.
The gate of Moon Manor suffered a violent blow!
The city’s people began to shout in alarm.
The Sword Cultivators prepared for battle, a rare sight on this occasion.
"Ah..."
The songstresses in the hotel staggered, their faces pale as paper.
Living peacefully all these years at Moon Manor, they had never seen such a scene?
"Keep playing music, keep dancing." Julius Reed pulled out a handful of bills from his pocket, scattering them in the air.
The songstresses imdiately forgot their panic and scrambled for the money.
After dividing the money, though so were a bit scared, they forced themselves to remain calm.
The flute players continued playing, those massaging continued massaging.
The singers, instruntalists, and dancers all devoted their utmost energy, hoping to earn more rewards.
Julius Reed stood up, walked to the railing, and intensely stared at the gate.
Boom!
The sound grew more intense.
Finally!
Crack!
The heavy gate was knocked open directly!
The crowd watching the spectacle fled to the houses on each side, while the Sword Cultivators instinctively stepped back.
Twang!
A songstress playing the zither shuddered, breaking a string.
"You worthless wench!"
The songstress hurriedly knelt on the ground.
Encountering a generous patron was not necessarily good luck.
Receiving money demanded naturally more giving.
They had seen such wealthy people, most with peculiar personalities, so with particular quirks.
And they would kill without batting an eye.
It’s common for songstresses to make mistakes and be beaten to death.
"Playing an instrunt is not about form, but intention." Julius Reed turned his head, reached out to grab!
Slap!
The zither was grabbed in his hand.
Under the stunned gaze of a crowd of songstresses, Julius Reed plucked the strings and began to play.
The music was lodious, rich, and flowing!
The songstresses felt as if they were in the mountains.
The steps of these mountains were made of jade, the handrails on both sides, pure gold!
They saw a magnificent building!
But upon entering, they discovered it was a restroom.
Toilet paper made of diamonds, with sweet clean water, and a ceiling lit with Luminous Pearls!
Was this the Mortal World?
Could such a paradise on earth truly exist?
At this mont.
The sounds of killing and shouting outside all disappeared.
The songstresses were neither panicked nor terrified.
Entranced, they were all deeply imrsed in the sound of the zither.
The first to break in were Demarco Mount’s vanguard forces.
They were also the guards assembled by Cold Nelson.
These people rampaged recklessly, trying to find the location of the West Tower.
The streets echoed with shouts and cries, Sword Cultivators kept retreating, eventually withdrawing to the Manor Owner’s residence.
Demarco Mount’s n showed no rcy, killing anyone in their way, leaving misery in their wake.
Even the hotel was not spared.
The guests all squatted on the floor, getting checked one by one.
Suddenly.
Soone broke into the top floor.
"What are you doing! Everyone squat down!"
That person, brandishing a knife, led several n, cursing as they approached.
"Shhh!"
Julius Reed made a ’silence’ gesture.
He looked up, and those people’s eyes lit up!
Before they could speak—
Julius Reed flicked his fingers.
The zither music flowed.
Thud!
A blood mist exploded from their chests, and they directly died.
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