"What? West Tower is dead? Dead in the forest?"
Brant Fairbanks seed surprised, "Was a photo taken?"
"It was taken! Dean, do you not believe West Tower is dead?"
The person who called walked up to ’West Tower’ and kicked him.
Dead.
"Of course I believe! But I need to tell you sothing, send the picture imdiately."
As soon as Brant Fairbanks spoke, the academy disciple sent the photo.
"Listen, now you have to die too."
The mont those words were spoken.
A loud bang.
The body on the ground directly exploded!
The reason the microcosm can remain balanced is because people are alive.
Now that the person is dead, their internal aura isn’t circulating at all.
The microcosm loses balance, it must explode!
As for West Tower’s death?
Swallowing his own poison and forcibly extending his life for so long, he’s surely profited greatly.
Isn’t dying normal?
It’s not normal to not die.
Brant Fairbanks forwarded the picture to Sutton and Han Caldwell and sat leisurely in the room drinking tea.
The Dusty Platform is also a business.
In this world, there are practically no true philanthropists.
The purpose of the Heaven Ranking exists firstly to rank martial artists in the world, and secondly for profit.
As the world’s foremost martial arts event, countless people co to participate.
So wish to make a na for themselves on the Dusty Platform, others co to watch the excitent.
There are more in the latter group.
Thus, the Dusty Platform must accommodate many people.
Occupying tens of thousands of square feet, the luxurious hotel inside Wolf Residence becos the place for everyone to rest.
The accommodation fee here isn’t expensive, only a thousand billion RMB.
Three days and three nights, including alcohol.
A very high cost-performance ratio.
Because of this low price, many people jokingly say the Dusty Platform is doing charity.
Although it’s doing charity, the money Dusty Platform earns is not little.
Their greatest gain is fa.
With fa, people co endlessly, offering them spiritual dicine.
There’s one day left until the Dusty Platform officially opens.
Tomorrow morning, forces from all sides will personally take action, fighting to the death.
Brant Fairbanks did not check into Boulevard Mountain under its na but instead under his Ocean Academy na.
He has his own plans.
Tomorrow on the Grandmaster Heaven Ranking, Brant Fairbanks plans to show so skills.
With his skill, entering the top ten shouldn’t be difficult.
This year’s gathering of martial artists is a convergence of elites, securing a top ten spot is definitely a great honor.
With this honor, once back at Ocean Academy, he can easily coerce those martial arts masters.
Then, Brant Fairbanks will head deeply into the southern region, slay those beasts, and officially lead the three major academies out of the southern region.
Competing in the central plains.
"West Tower is dead?"
Bam!
Han Caldwell pushed open Brant Fairbanks’s door.
"Is there no problem with that photo?"
An unmatched talent, suddenly fallen without warning.
Wasn’t their death too simple?
Unbelievable.
"Exactly as it is, I didn’t expect Mr. Han Caldwell to get the news so quickly." Brant Fairbanks wasn’t surprised.
The Dusty Platform is a mixed place, with many ears and eyes.
As Boulevard wants to defeat the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance and establish a new order, they must ensure tily information.
However, Brant Fairbanks was a bit curious about whether Han Caldwell and Sutton could truly make the Undead Tribe win?
One must know that this Dusty Platform is filled with powerful people!
"Could soone who embarrassed General Sutton be gone this casually?" Han Caldwell shook his head. "It’s too unbelievable."
"No matter how strong West Tower was, didn’t he still beco my disciple? If the master wants him dead, he has no reason to live." Brant Fairbanks picked up his teacup, speaking coldly, "I poisoned him, a poison of certain death. If you don’t believe West Tower is dead, you can wait and see if he appears again."
"Just to collaborate with us?" Han Caldwell squinted, sowhat incredulous, "Isn’t your price too high?"
"Without such a price, how can I show my sincerity? To be honest, with people like West Tower, I have dozens more in Ocean Academy. Not considered exceptional masters."
Brant Fairbanks spoke deceitfully without his heart skipping a beat.
Now he was doing business with Boulevard, naturally he needed to brag a bit, not letting the opponent know his bottom cards.
And Han Caldwell was genuinely deceived.
"If that’s the case, then we will fully cooperate with you."
After speaking, he nodded and left Brant Fairbanks’s room.
"Would you like to et General Sutton with ?"
Han Caldwell stood at the door, the door half-closed, turned around to ask.
"What for?"
Brant Fairbanks intended to stand up but thought he should be proactive, shouldn’t be passive.
"Tomorrow, we will bring out the false leader to deal with Cold Nelson." After saying this, Han Caldwell closed the door and left.
"Really looking forward to it." Brant Fairbanks took out his phone, calling his confidants at the academy.
"How’s everything been at the academy since I’ve been away? Has that old fellow Ragnar Frost done anything since returning?"
Brant Fairbanks was quite worried about Ragnar Frost, an obstinate fellow with so skills but lacking in brains.
"Ragnar Frost has been recovering from injuries; it’s been Curtis Channing from Black-wind Academy who ca several tis, injuring many of us but hasn’t been caught."
The person on the phone spoke in a lowered voice, seemingly afraid of outsiders hearing.
"That’s good, when I return, I’ll take down the three major academies! Rember, if there’s any news, let know imdiately."
After speaking, Brant Fairbanks hung up the phone contentedly.
Wolf Residence.
Heaven character number three.
A man who looks exactly like Julius Reed was sitting at the table, clothes in disarray.
He had won on both sides, with six or seven won in the room.
These won were either naked or had torn clothes, constantly drinking and laughing.
"Haha! Tell , do you like ?"
The false leader hugged a woman, giving her a fierce kiss on the face.
These are all martial artists.
Because they admire the leader, not to ntion aiming for wealth, ca here to work as companions.
The table was filled with alcohol and various spiritual dicines.
But what surprised these won was, why does the leader only touch and never do anything substantial.
Can’t do it?
Shouldn’t be? Outside they’re all saying the leader is an old lecher, surrounded by won.
Perhaps, it’s just a cover?
But in truth, the false leader belongs to the Undead Tribe, indeed can’t do it.
"Who is the leader? The master of the world, of course we love you!" The female martial artist leaned in and gave a kiss.
"Haha! Reward!"
The false leader pushed spiritual dicine over, laughing, "Take it, these are for you all!"
"I want it too, I want it too!"
The other female martial artists were very envious.
Those spiritual dicines, if at ordinary sects, perhaps only the sect leader would be qualified to enjoy.
Now casually given away, these people looked with greedy eyes.
"You bark like a dog!"
"You ow like a cat! Whoever does it well, I’ll reward them!"
"Woof woof woof!"
"ow ow ow!"
"Daddy!"
...
Bam!
Just as the room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
The door was kicked open.
Upon seeing the newcor, not only the false leader but even the female martial artists lying on the floor were stunned.
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