<h4>Chapter 1554: Chapter 1554 Leading the Way</h4><h4></h4>


    Town!


    A Northern stronghold!


    The sun shines bright in the South!


    In Town, the snow flies!


    The city closest to the Arctic in the Northern Border, with a poption of over ten million!


    The people here are called a fighting nation!


    They walk their dogs, drink alcohol, sit on sleds, and hunt wolves.


    The snowfield wolves must avoid these drunks by a wide margin.


    On Snow Wolf Lake.


    There is a line of silhouettes.


    At the front are Julius Reed and enor Wood.


    Further back, the servants of the Young Family pull the sled across theke, walking slowly.


    On the sled sit Nelson, Gabriel Young, and the fallen Caldwell Familydy, Merrill Caldwell.


    Leaving Swimming City for Town, they encountered a violent storm.


    The water froze over, and the group had to abandon the boat and trek on foot.


    "What fine weather."


    enor Wood stepped on the ice, feeling inexplicably good.


    Years ago, he was encased in ice on Boulevard Mountain for hundreds of years, lying in ice blocks daily.


    He no longer feared the cold.


    Seeing Julius Reed in a cotton coat beside him, enor Wood mocked, "A dignified Holy Master, afraid of the cold?"


    "Who said I’m afraid of the cold?" Julius Reed raised an eyebrow at him, shook his head, and said, "Ignorant."


    "Then why?" enor Wood wasn’t upset.


    Walking in the snow and wind felt particrly homey to him.


    "Identity." Julius Reed pointed to the logo on his clothes: "Understand? This is identity!"


    enor Wood, having been in the snow mountain for centuries, couldn’t possibly know these things.


    "Have you thought about how to exin itter?" He pointed at the three women behind him: "Que Radcliffe is in Town, you know."


    "I’m the Holy Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance; do I need to exin?" Julius Reed snorted softly.


    Que Radcliffe!


    Haven’t seen her for a long time.


    Swimming City was chaotic, and after learning that Que was rescued by Terry Moore and Karen, he never had time to return.


    Now, with enor Wood instructing Zain Ellsworth to bring her to Town, Julius Reed needn’t worry.


    "Zain Ellsworth sent news that Town has been taken over. Many martial artists have already submitted, willingly serving them." enor Wood spoke calmly.


    Their gaze fell on the buildings in the distance.


    There was Town.


    The eye of the Northern Border snowstorm.


    "No resistance?" Julius Reed stepped in the snow, a little surprised.


    It seemed the martial artists of Towncked backbone.


    "I heard that on their first day in Town, that group found the locally most influential martial artist and, in front of many, granted him immortality..." Before enor Wood could finish, Julius Reed already understood.


    Who could resist immortality?


    This was an irresistible temptation.


    The Undead Tribe’s trick was indeed formidable.


    "Stop!"


    As the two chatted.


    A team of people on snowmobiles, carrying dart boxes, swiftly surrounded them.


    "Where are you from?"


    The leader took off his helmet, unbuckled a sk from his waist, and took a swig.


    His face was flushed red, obviously from drinking too much.


    His breath reeked of alcohol as he spoke.


    "Entering the city," Julius Reed said calmly: "Don’t tell me I need permission to enter the city?"


    "Not before, but not now!" The drunken man with a big beard, wearing a white cotton jacket, held a dart box in one hand and drank with the other: "Old Four, take out the photo andpare it."


    Once he finished, a stout man in simr attire pulled out a photo from his chest.


    "Nope!" Old Four nced at it and immediately responded.


    "Then let’s go." The leader took a swig, about to leave.


    "No, I saw it wrong!"


    Old Four rubbed his eyes, carefully scrutinizing enor Wood: "Doesn’t look like it either."


    "Let me see!" The leader snatched the photo, instantly sobering up!


    "It’s them!"


    Excitement!


    Joy!


    And thrill!


    Their blood boiled!


    Someone said finding the person in the photo meant receiving divine immortality!


    Just like the locally famous Great Grandmaster, undying!


    They’d witnessed that Grandmaster being pierced by darts, yet not dying!


    Stabbed repeatedly, yet not dead!


    All martial artists in Town were searching for the person in the photo.


    Quillermo Ridge never expected to stumble upon such good fortune!


    Crash!


    A dozen dart boxes instantly aimed at Julius Reed.


    "Apologies!" Quillermo Ridge dismounted his snowmobile, exhaled deeply, eyes full of excitement: "Brother, I’ll use you to trade for some wealth and glory."


    "Lucky, but not smart. For someone not smart, this is not luck; it’s misfortune." enor Wood chuckled lightly.


    "What do you mean?" Quillermo Ridge raised the dart box, aiming at enor Wood: "Don’t think about running away!"


    "Anyone powerful enough to want us caught must be formidable, right?" enor Wood asked: "If someone formidable is searching, would it be ordinary people? Have you thought about whether you can handle it if you run into us?"


    "This..." Quillermo Ridge hesitated.


    They say alcohol dulls the mind.


    With enor Wood’s reminder, he instantly realized he made a mistake!


    A fatal mistake!


    "Boss, he’s bluffing! In my opinion, he’s got no skills!" Old Four brandished a dart box, aiming directly at enor Wood: "Shut up, say another word, and I’ll stter you!"


    "Try using the dart box?" enor Wood grasped the dart box rod, smiling: "You have one second."


    Just as the words fell.


    The dart box rod began to frost over!


    Old Four was startled in his heart!


    Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he found his arm had no feeling.


    Next was his body!


    In just two seconds!


    A living person turned into an ice sculpture.


    "Old Four!" Quillermo Ridge was shocked, urinating his pants!


    The rest stepped back hastily.


    "See, your good brother proved it with his life." enor Wood grinned devilishly, flicking his finger lightly on the dart box rod.


    Click!


    In an instant!


    Both man and dart box shattered!


    Turned to powder!


    Gulp.


    Quillermo Ridge’s head buzzed!


    His legs weakened, kneeling directly.


    "Give me a reason not to kill you." Julius Reed picked up the photo from the ground, frowning slightly.


    This was a photo of him from Swimming City?


    Sure enough, Swimming City was full of traitors.


    Julius Reed nced back at Ambrose Young, tearing the photo to shreds.


    "Sir, I, Quillermo Ridge, was blind to provoke you." Quillermo Ridge trembled, tears flowing incessantly.


    "I’ll say it onest time, give me a reason not to kill you." Julius Reed spoke coldly.


    "I..." Quillermo Ridge’s eyes darted, quickly speaking: "Are you entering Town! I know the way! I’ll guide you! Rest assured, I won’t betray!"


    He said, picking up the dart box from the ground, turning around and activating several dart boxes!


    The martial artists who came with him all fell to the ground.


    "Is that okay?"


    Quillermo Ridge’s heart pounded!


    "Very good." Julius Reed nodded, lightly tapping his face: "How many undying people are in Town?"


    "Three! One of them is having a birthday tonight!" Despite the cold weather, Quillermo Ridge was drenched in sweat!


    "Oh? That’s convenient." Julius Reed looked at enor Wood: "Got a free meal tonight."


    "Joy turns to mourning?" enor Wood shrugged: "I’ll just eat."