"Julius, he’s awake!"
Nelson shouted excitedly.
"Hiddy, what did you dream about? Won, or martial arts?" Julius Reed glanced at the clock, exactly three minutes.
He grabbed Hiddy’s shoulders with both hands, eyes filled with anticipation, "Tell ."
Hiddy’s eyes were dull, he seed bewildered.
As if he had lost his soul.
"Hiddy, say sothing, don’t scare us." Julius Reed released his grip, allowing Hiddy to calm down for a mont.
Nelson also stepped back a few steps.
"I dread of... Emperor Azure River." Hiddy’s eyes were red-rimd, and he smiled bitterly, "My idol, the supre god of ancient tis, Emperor Azure River..."
"Emperor Azure River?" Julius Reed knew of Emperor Azure River, Hiddy often ntioned this person, and from his tone, it could be inferred that Hiddy admired Emperor Azure River greatly.
For soone as arrogant as him to respect a person, one can imagine how much weight Emperor Azure River holds in Hiddy’s heart.
Hiddy t Emperor Azure River, Julius Reed saw Night Fairy, and Nelson saw the South Sea Divine Nun.
It seems everyone t soone important to them.
"What did Emperor Azure River say to you?" Julius Reed asked.
"Emperor Azure River unraveled a ntal knot for . A knot that had troubled for many years, made angry yet unwilling to accept. Because of this knot, I wallowed in self-pity for years, stuck in mories of the past. As a result, I made no progress."
Hiddy looked up, eting Julius Reed’s gaze, his eyes full of relief.
"Emperor Azure River’s words unraveled my knot. He told to be reborn, to let go of everything."
After speaking, he stood up, smiled, and said, "I now understand how I am going to live next. Thank you, you’ve solved my problem."
Upon hearing this, Julius Reed fell into deep thought.
Everyone who entered their dreams through the Jade Pendant had different experiences and gained different insights.
Julius Reed gained happiness, Nelson gained martial power, while Hiddy unraveled a ntal knot.
It seems the three of them had no aftereffects.
Ding!
At that mont, Julius Reed’s phone rang.
"Gabriel, what’s up?" He glanced at the caller ID and answered the call.
Gabriel Abernathy was skilled in disguise and had been staying around Julius Reed because he wanted to personally kill Hill Leocadia.
The two had almost no direct interaction, avoiding suspicion from others.
But in reality, their communication was constant and ongoing.
"I found soone nad Iwan Martinez. This guy is disheveled, clutching a wooden sword, very high-profile."
"And according to my investigation, this guy previously killed soone from the church without any explanation."
"Iwan Martinez?" Julius Reed’s lips curled slightly at the na, "It seems even Silvio Reed can’t sit still, now even Iwan Martinez has shown up."
According to what Mr. Springs said earlier, Silvio Reed has a very powerful and ruthless subordinate nad Iwan Martinez.
If Mr. Springs is the strategist and Golden Cicada is the scout, then Iwan Martinez is Silvio Reed’s sword!
Trent Marsh is the overt sword while Iwan Martinez is the covert one.
Many unsavory things are hinted at by Mr. Springs and executed by Iwan Martinez.
This emotionless assassin has no interest in won, no love for money, only listens to Silvio Reed.
His only hobby is drinking.
Drinking good wine.
An assassin who can’t be easily bought is the most trustworthy.
"Now that Iwan Martinez is here, things have gotten interesting. Keep an eye on Iwan Martinez, I really want to see how the church will react."
Julius Reed chuckled, with Iwan Martinez involved, the church’s situation has beco even more precarious.
Silvio Reed is soone who scorns lowly tactics. Faced with the church, he won’t explain but will use stronger thods to crush them.
Julius Reed really wanted to see Silvio Reed, to et this old acquaintance of his.
When he learned that Silvio Reed might be his master, and has accompanied him for thousands of years, it seed like there was no one left in this world worthy of trust.
The pinnacle of power is this complex.
Everywhere there’s intrigue and scheming.
After hanging up the call, Julius Reed walked over to Hiddy and asked, "How’s it going? Can you walk?"
"I’m perfectly fine. Emperor Azure River’s words have untied my knot. Now I just feel light and very happy."
Hiddy stood up, stretched, his expression relaxed.
"What, are we fighting again?" he asked with a bit of excitent.
"It’s not us fighting. Iwan Martinez is here, the one I previously impersonated. The church has taken action, let’s go watch the commotion." Julius Reed went into the room, dressed properly, hugged Nelson, and gently kissed her forehead.
"The Lu family will pay. Just wait a few days."
The South Sea Divine Nun has connections with Julius Reed.
Whoever makes Nelson unhappy will have to die.
And it will be a terrible death.
"Hmm, I know." Nelson nestled in Julius Reed’s arms, feeling unprecedented security.
Leaving the hotel, the three of them followed Night Fairy’s guidance, heading towards where Iwan Martinez was.
Iwan Martinez was the first person Silvio Reed sent out, and he was critically important.
To et Silvio Reed, they must first deal with Iwan Martinez!
Thirty miles outside the Lu family’s estate, at a teahouse.
In front was the Lu family’s estate, where many people passing by stopped for a drink, to chat, or to wait for their companions.
Therefore, the place had only a roof, ventilated on all sides. There were Lu family servants serving tea and occasionally offering so snacks.
Iwan Martinez, clutching a sword, arrived at the teahouse alone.
It’s normal for martial artists to be eccentric, and their attire differs greatly.
But for soone radiating such killing intent, exuding a frigid aura, he was indeed rare.
The mont he appeared, he beca the focus.
"Stay away from him. I saw him kill soone with my own eyes before, and I didn’t even see how he drew his sword!"
"This guy looks dangerous. It seems the one he killed, should’ve been from the church."
"Heh, we’re all martial artists. What’s there to be surprised about? You weaklings can only make sensational statents; what else can you do? Useless!"
Soone snorted dismissively, sipping tea, coldly watching Iwan Martinez approach.
"Kid, aren’t you afraid your tongue will get cold in this wind?"
The person who spoke earlier felt slighted, feeling uncomfortable with the insult.
He snorted coldly, "We’re all martial artists here, why pretend? If you’re not convinced, go try it yourself?"
It’s hard to endure having one’s pride wounded.
Besides, except for a few rule-breaking martial artists, no one dared to kill randomly.
"Trash like you have no right to speak before ."
The person drinking tea suddenly turned, kicking the speaking martial artist in the chest!
Bam!
The previously comnting martial artist flew out like a soccer ball, landing heavily on the ground!
The teahouse grew quieter.
Everyone’s gaze shifted over.
"I heard you’re quite formidable?" The man stood up, picked up a cup of tea, and looked at Iwan Martinez, "eting is fate, I’ll treat you to tea!"
Just as he spoke, the teacup flew out!
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