Chapter 357
On the other hand, it was said that President Hann was a fully-recognized master!
Kayson called up Michael to ask about the Martial Alliance. âAh, you're talking about Kingston's
society, right? It's rather powerful, but that is all to it. The Whitmans have no fear for them.â
Kayson's expression changed ever so slightly. âThey have master-level fighters as their members. It
seems that the Whitmans don't have one, right?â Michael chuckled and said, âAlmost everyone from
my family is a government official. The act of killing us is equal to provoking them, right? âEven if
someone is trying to kill us, they must do it secretly without revealing their true identity. Kingston
won't have the courage to do anything to me unless he wants to be kicked out of Clouspring.â
Kayson considered for a moment but did not comment further. He bid farewell to Michael and hung
up the call. Perhaps Michael's understanding of the Martial Alliance was not adequate.
In a villa in the suburbs... A pair of middle-aged husband and wife were bound and seated on the
floor of the living hall. They were in a messy state. Next to them, an old man with a full white beard
was seated on a sofa. He suddenly opened his eyes and said casually, âShow yourself since you're
here.â
A figure opened the door and said calmly, âI'm taking the middle-aged couple with me.â
The old man widened his eyes abruptly and slapped the table with his palm. All the cups on the
table were shattered, and he took a random sweep with his palm to toss a glass shard behind him.
The shard was enshrouded by a layer of force that made it more lethal than a bullet. However, the
person grunted and slapped it away with a bare hand, pulverizing the shard. "Hmm?" The old man
was astonished. He turned around abruptly and asked, âWho are you!?â The middle-aged man
sneered and said, âSkye Draco!â The old man's pupils were constricted. âSkye âDragon Slayerâ
Draco?â âPrecisely!â
Skye pushed himself with the tip of his toes and leaped a few meters into the air. He grabbed the
old man with his outstretched palm like a dragon's claw.
"Hmph! I didn't expect that you'd be back. I heard that you've been quietly recovering from your
injuries, Skye. I wonder how powerful your dragon-slaying strike is now!â
âMore than enough to kill you!â
Skye's hand swept past the old man so swiftly that he left a remnant shadow. A howling noise
echoed, and it sounded like a dragon's roar.
The old man somersaulted to dodge it. However, he had only managed to stabilize himself when
the skin of his throat ruptured abruptly with fresh blood spurting out. His eyes widened in surprise,
and he said incredulously, "Y-You're a grandmaster now...â Skye stepped forward and clutched his
throat, asking, âWho's your wirepuller? Tell me, and I'll give you a quick death.â The old man was
gasping for air and was already about to die from the massive bleeding. All of a sudden, Skye felt a
sense of danger coming at him from behind, so he crushed the old manâs throat and leaped to the
side. A bullet grazed him and shattered the gigantic television screen. Skye chased after the person
rapidly. There was nothing else he could do because he was incapable of mind expansion. Thus, it
was difficult to track the person. âTrying to kill me to stop me from divulging a secret, huh?â Skye
called Kayson and said, âIt's done, Kayson.â
Kayson smiled upon receiving Skye's call. He said to Celeste, âYour parents are safe already.â As he
was speaking, he passed the phone to Celeste so she could talk to her parents. Upon hearing that,
Desmond was shocked. âThat's impossible! How can Master Lee possibly free the hostages while
guarding the place in person?â