<strong>Chapter 1401: Chapter 1401 Organizational Language</strong>


    These two, one is the princess of The North Sea, the other is General Whitaker, Sris Grove.


    Now, however, they are likembs to the ughter.


    At the mercy of others.


    The ropes, hanging them upside down.


    Feet up, heads down.


    Baylor Davenport doesn’t say a word, her face already flushed red.


    Humiliation, and anger, make her squeeze her eyes shut tightly, unwilling to see the odd looks from the people around.


    Sris Grove is in a worse state, his face clearly bearing the marks of fists, his body covered in wounds.


    The python robe of the general from The North Sea, already tattered beyond recognition, also stained with much blood.


    Hanged upside down for who knows how long, a pool of blood has formed beneath his head.


    It seems that Sris Grove has been subjected to inhuman treatment since being captured.


    Quite miserable indeed.


    “What’s the background of this dog couple to actually take over our public square dance space!” One olddy, a regr at the Ghost Market, pointed at the two and eximed, “Must’ve been caught in the act of adultery! If you’re going to execute them, hurry up about it, you’re dying my dance!”


    “Exactly, I’ve just bought a few male pets recently,ter I will have them perform fireball spitting for you.” Another olddy gave a fierce kick to the man in front of her.


    That man actually knelt on the ground like a dog, wagging his tail and begging for mercy.


    Julius Reed looked closer and realized that the man had a chain around his neck, the other end of which was in the olddy’s hand.


    “Everyone, Lord Ghost Seven of the Ghost Market will be holding an event at seven o’clock tonight. Please disperse for now ande back on time at seven!”


    A young man in white clothes stepped onto the square, saying this in a refined manner.


    Strangely enough, the group that was just cursing fell silent all of a sudden.


    There were still two hours left until seven o’clock.


    Everyone obediently dispersed.


    “Who was the person speaking just now?” Julius Reed approached an olddy and inquired in a low voice.


    It seemed that the man’s words carried quite the authority.


    “That’s Manager Ridge, from under Lord Ghost Seven!” The olddy suddenly stopped, sizing up Julius Reed with great interest.


    “Young man, you have a nice voice, aunty likes it.” And with that, she reached out to remove the veil on Julius Reed’s face.


    Julius Reed didn’t stop her; after all, these natives of Swimming City would not recognize the Saint. He thought it a good opportunity to see what kind of intentions this olddy harbored.


    “Oh! Such clear brows and bright eyes! A handsome young man!” The olddy’s eyes lit up, and she couldn’t help swallowing her saliva.


    “Thanks for thepliment.” Julius Reed’s mind stirred, seeing it as a perfect moment to glean some information from this native.


    “Aunty, have you ever heard about something called the Divine Dragon Tripod appearing here about four years ago?”


    The counterfeit Divine Dragon Tripod originated from Swimming City.


    After failing to secure his position as Vein Holder once more and searching the entire world, it was discovered that Julius Reed had personally forged that fake.


    But it was stolen and then sold in the Ghost Market.


    After the buyer made it public, they were killed by Rogan Harsh for the treasure, which then flowed into Seven Clouds Academy.


    In the end, it was proven to be false.


    A forgery of his own making.


    Julius Reed mused that such significant news could not have gone unnoticed, right?


    “This…” The wealthy patroness was obviously enamored with Julius Reed’s looks, examining his body to her greater satisfaction.


    Fearing that other wealthy women might see, she quickly put the veil back on Julius Reed and whispered, “Forget the Divine Dragon Tripod, young man. Just stay with me, and you won’t have to make an effort for the rest of your life! Aunty will buy you AJ, I have eighty apartments in Swimming City!”


    Julius Reed felt a tightness in his chest, barely suppressing his nausea, and swiftly changed the subject, “That tripod is very important to me. As a resident of Swimming City, you must have heard something about it four years ago, right?”


    He had ignored one fact.


    That the Divine Dragon Tripod was truly useful, was not widely known until after Rogan Harsh made his move.


    Before that, only a very small number of people were in the know.


    A broken medicinal tripod, nobody cared.


    “How about… youe back with aunty first, and then I’ll tell you?”


    The wealthy woman was somewhat persistent.


    “How about this, I still have some things to take care of. Aunty, give me your contact information, and I will find time toe see you.” Julius Reed politely spoke, nning to escape, but to his surprise, the woman actually handed him a business card.


    A crystal business card!


    Embossed with pure gold!


    Luxury!


    “If you change your mind, aunty is waiting for you anytime.” The wealthy woman reluctantly let go, and Julius Reed had no choice but to ept the business card and hastily retreat from the ce of trouble.


    After leaving the square, he nced at the name card.


    The design is pretty good; in the future, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance should customize theirs based on this standard.


    It has prestige.


    On the crystal name card, there are three characters.


    Gabriel Young.


    Below it, a string of telephone numbers.


    Beyond that, nothing else is written.


    “Gabriel Young.” Julius Reed muttered the name before pocketing the name card.


    There was still plenty of time before seven o’clock, so it was a good opportunity to stroll around the Ghost Market.


    Many peculiar people were around, some carrying weapons, others d in steel armor.


    Suddenly, Julius Reed noticed a man acting sneakily, following behind two women.


    The Ghost Market was crowded.


    People pushing against people.


    The profession of pickpocketing has always existed, anytime, anywhere, throughout history.


    As the saying goes, fortunees with risks.


    Stealing in the Ghost Market, you risk not just having your hands chopped off, but also losing your head!


    But those whoe to the Ghost Market, who isn’t wealthy and noble?


    Just one sessful theft, and you’re set for life.


    Finally, the man couldn’t hold back and quietly reached out his hand.


    “Miss, your wallet.”


    Julius Reed casually shouted, alerting one of the women, who turned swiftly and caught the pickpocket in the act!


    This kind of trivial matter is something he normally wouldn’t bother with.


    But pickpockets are just too despicable.


    “What are you doing!”


    The first woman to notice the pickpocket seized the thief’s wrist, her face turning ashen as she snapped, “Looking for death!”


    The woman was dressed in light blue jeans, a white blouse, and had short hair just past her shoulders.


    Fiery red lips, a fiery temper too!


    It was clear she was both efficient and capable.


    The other woman, draped in a goose-yellow gown with long hair cascading over her shoulders, exuded elegance and nobility.


    Upon seeing herpanion take action, she looked somewhat bewildered.


    “Ava, what’s happening?”


    The woman in the gown asked in confusion, “What’s… wrong with him?”


    “Miss, this blind thief dared to target you! Watch me cripple him!” Ava, the woman in jeans, snapped fiercely!


    Crack!


    The pickpocket’s wrist was suddenly broken!


    “Damn! You… you damned woman,” the pickpocket wailed in agony.


    “Let it be…”


    The woman in the gown furrowed her brows, a hint ofpassion showing.


    “No way!”


    Ava kicked out,nding squarely on the pickpocket’s chest!


    Thud!


    The pickpocket toppled to the ground, crying out in pain.


    “Ava, that’s enough,” the woman in the gown said before Ava finally stopped reluctantly.


    “Um… thank you. My name is Merrill Caldwell, I appreciate your warning,” Merrill Caldwell surveyed the surroundings then slowly approached Julius Reed, giving a slight bow.


    “Miss, let’s forget thanks,” Ava said as she pulled out ten pieces of Swimming City Currency from her pocket and presented them to Julius Reed: “This is your reward.”


    “Ava, don’t be rude,” Merrill Caldwell lightly scolded, offering a shy smile: “My maid has a fiery temper, don’t mind her.”


    “Miss, what if they are aplices, deliberately getting close to you?” Ava, with a stern face, ordered Julius Reed: “Take the money, leave! Then we owe each other nothing, as if this never happened!”


    “Are you treating me like a beggar?”


    Julius Reed did not reach out to take it but looked straight at Ava: “I’ll give you a chance to rephrase that.”