<strong>Chapter 1366: Chapter 1366: Divorce!</strong>
“Very well.”
Over the phone, an elderly voice came through: “Trouble has surfaced recently in Swimming City. Wait until tomorrow; I will arrange for someone to take you in.”
“Mr. Ghost, we’ve run into some trouble in Rat Town,” Chris Tennysons paused before speaking, “A youth severed my disciple’s arm.”
“Such a thing happened?” The voice seemed surprised and then calmly added with a smile, “Tomorrow, I’ll help you deal with it. The ones stationed in Rat Town are under Hagan Marsh’s Ninth Route, correct?”
“Indeed.” Chris Tennysons spoke with visible discontent: “Had I not been worried about affecting Mr. Ghost’s important matters, I would have in him today. Since when has Lowell Tennyson suffered such humiliation?”
As the Sect Leader of Lowell Tennyson, he had the confidence to speak in such a manner.
“No matter, tomorrow I’ll send someone over to dispel your troubles. Everyone in the Ninth Route, except for Hagan Marsh, is within my power to kill. Even Hagan Marsh himself would have to apologize to me,” the voice on the other end of the phone brimmed with confidence.
“If that’s the case, I am in your debt, Mr. Ghost,” Chris said, his tone much more rxed.
After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at Wind Dragon, who was somewhat dazed inside the tent, and sighed, “Tomorrow, Mr. Ghost will personally take up your cause.”
“Really?” Wind Dragon’s head shot up, his face twisting into a vicious expression. “I’ll y his skin!”
…
The explosion in Rat Town weighed heavy on every person in the City Lord’s Mansion.
Everyone had their own thoughts, each pondering the implications of the aftermath in Rat Town.
In the face of irond evidence, even if Xander Cook managed to escape with his skin intact, his standing in Swimming City would plummet.
“Is the investigation team back yet?” Standing in the City Lord Mansion’s council hall, Ian Jorden paced incessantly.
The members of the other nine factions also looked on with expectation.
This was of great importance; they all wanted to see how the City Lord’s Mansion would handle the matter.
“Report! The investigation team has returned. Strategist General and team leader ke Algernon is receiving treatment in the back courtyard,”
a member of the City Lord Mansion, clothed in yellow, rushed in, panic-stricken.
“Treatment?” Ian Jorden strode forward eagerly, asking harshly, “What’s going on? Why does he need treatment?”
“General Algernon has been seriously injured; he was covered in blood upon return,” the messenger said with visible fear: “He sent me to convey a message – the Seventh Route is plotting a revolt!”
Having said that, the person took out a voice recorder from his bosom and handed it to Ian Jorden.
“City Lord, this is what General Algernon gave me before he fainted.”
The Seventh Route is plotting a revolt!
Ian Jorden furrowed his brows.
He took the voice recorder, pressed the y button.
“I led the team to Rat Town and was ambushed by Xander Cook’s men. Due to ourck of strength, apart from myself, the entire investigation team was killed. Should I perish, please City Lord, avenge us!”
As this voice echoed in the council hall, everyone present was stunned.
“Commander Cook, you have some nerve! Not only did you blow up Rat Town, but now you dare to kill the City Lord’s people too?”
Hagan Marsh was the first to stand, pointing at Xander Cook as if to kick a man when he was down: “In this world, is there anything you wouldn’t dare to do?”
“I…” Xander Cook’s face went dark.
He never arranged to assassinate anyone from the City Lord Mansion’s investigation team!
This was clearly a frame-up!
But he was at a loss for words to defend himself.
“Arrest Xander Cook! And his apanying guards, disarm them and take them into custody too!” Ian Jordenmanded coldly: “Before we rify the situation, please stay here, everyone.”
“I am innocent,” Xander Cook stated emotionlessly as he sat on the chair.
Deep into the night.
For many in Swimming City, tonight was destined to be a sleepless one.
Julius Reed went to a room where no one was around and initiated a video call to Que Radcliffe across the ocean.
But after several attempts, there was no answer.
ording to the time difference, it should be noon in Gonzalez City.
What would Que Radcliffe be doing at this time?
Gabriel Abernathy, who was originally in Gonzalez City, was now acting as his double in The North Sea.
Lillian Tompson had also been dispatched by Julius Reed to Swimming City to assist with the investigation of Isabe Warm.
Templeton Lena and the others from Seven Clouds Academy were likewise assisting Gabriel Abernathy in The North Sea.
After several attempts, Julius Reed decided to call Aron Jackson.
But after several calls, still no one picked up.
This felt very wrong to Julius Reed.
Normally, there should be someone to answer Aron Jackson’s phone.
Especially if he saw the call wasing from Julius Reed, Aron Jackson would certainly not ignore it.
Could it be that something has happened?
Thinking this, his heart immediately became suspended with worry.
Julius Reed was surrounded by dangers, and Que Radcliffe did not belong to their world.
From the beginning, he wanted his wife to live a carefree life.
But things didn’t go as he wished, conflict after conflict gradually made Que Radcliffe adapt and ept her husband’splex background.
“Once I’ve dealt with the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s business, I will live a peaceful life with you for sure.” Julius Reed stood in the courtyard, beginning to think of how to find someone to contact Que Radcliffe.
But coincidentally, at this moment, the phone suddenly rang.
It was Que Radcliffe calling!
“Wife.” Julius Reed’s suspended heart finally settled.
“Husband.”
A lightugh came from the phone.
But thatugh made Julius Reed’s facial expression freeze.
The voice was not Que Radcliffe’s at all!
“Who are you?”
Julius Reed’s voice suddenly turned cold: “Where is Que Radcliffe?”
“Calling someone your wife just a moment ago, and now you’re yelling at me? Smelly man, there’s nothing good about you.” The woman on the other end of the phone chuckled, “Husband…”
“If you dare to touch Que Radcliffe, I will annihte your ten ns!” Julius Reed clenched his left hand into a fist: “Speak, what are your demands?”
The person capable of kidnapping Que Radcliffe was definitely no ordinary individual.
Before leaving, he hid Que Radcliffe in an extremely safe ce.
Hidden Tennyson Vi.
Being able to find this location meant the other party couldn’t be just anyone.
And these people mostly targeted him.
Harming Que Radcliffe would bring them no advantages.
On the contrary, keeping Que Radcliffe alive would let these people achieve their goals.
After a brief moment of worry, Julius Reed actually became less concerned.
“Demands?” The woman’s voice on the phone was somewhat domineering: “Divorce her, or else, she dies.”
“What did you say?” Julius Reed was stunned.
He had anticipated countless possibilities.
They would want the Divine Dragon Tripod, his Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, the longevity elixir form, or even his own life!
But he never imagined that they would demand that he divorce!
In the world, there were only two people who would want him to divorce.
One was Knox Ridge, and the other was Nelson.
But Nelson was a smart woman; knowing that divorce was impossible, she willingly became his mistress without seeking a title.
Knox Ridge’s voice wasn’t like this, was it?
“Was I not clear enough?” The woman’s voice sounded somewhat displeased: “I give you half a month. If you don’t divorce her within half a month, prepare to collect her corpse.”
After that, the call was hung up.
At the veryst moment, Julius Reed heard the woman muttering to herself on the phone.
“Men, they’re all dogs!”
Julius Reed tried calling back, but the message indicated the other party had already turned off their phone.
“Who on earth is it?”
He looked up at the moon overhead and quickly calmed himself down.
None of the treasures on him, nor the things coveted by his enemies, were what they wanted!
They only wanted him to divorce?
But how would him getting a divorce benefit that person?
“Karen, go to Hidden Tennyson Vi for me and check if Que Radcliffe is still there. Remember, don’t startle the snake!”
Julius Reed thought it over and decided to have Karen, who was in Morwenna, help him investigate.
“Brother Davenport, this is Terry Moore.” Karen’s voice came from the phone.
“Where is Karen?”
Julius Reed’s brows furrowed slightly; what was going on today?
“Last night, she insisted I treat her to a health spa, so I reported her with a backhand. I reckon she’s munching on cornbread right now.” Terry Moore said with due seriousness.