<h4>Chapter 1653: Chapter 1653: Raising the Coffin</h4>


    The truth and justice are the greatest lies in this world.


    Julius Reed killed many people from Ocean Academy, yet he can still chat andugh with Brant Fairbanks like nothing happened.


    As for Knox Michael, he could only swallow the bitter loss silently.


    Three o’clock in the morning.


    Julius Reed was not asleep.


    Instead, he stood by the hotel window, gazing at the boundless snowy ins outside.


    In the distance, he could see many mountains stretching continuously.


    Leaving here, the journey would not be so smooth.


    "Thinking about something?" enor Wood was in the same room with him.


    The hotel rooms were in short supply, many had to amodate four or five people.


    Such a room with two beds was already luxurious.


    This was thanks to the financial might of Ocean Academy, plus Julius Reed and enor Wood being nominally Inner Sect Disciples, allowing them to enjoy such treatment.


    "No signal, and I don’t know how Grace River is doing." Julius Reed spoke indifferently.


    But his tone was filled with murderous intent.


    "My word, always counts."


    "Which word?" enor Wood was a bit curious, it was the first time he’d seen the Lord so distracted.


    "Nothing." Julius Reed turned around, smiling and shaking his head lightly.


    If anything happened to Grace River, Pendleton would be a mountain of corpses.


    No descendants left.


    Dong!


    Suddenly.


    The sound of knocking on the door rang out.


    "At this time, who could it be?" enor Wood whispered: "Could it be someone from Ocean Academy?"


    Last night, they offended Knox Michael, perhaps this vice dean was secretlying for revenge.


    After all, Knox Michael’s face was nearly swollen from being hit.


    His favored disciple was killed by Julius Reed in public, and evenbeled as a traitor.


    Knox Michael was also at a loss for words.


    Indeed, there was a traitor among them, otherwise, how to exin Curtis Channing’s ambush?


    The initial n was tobel Ragnar Frost’s disciple as the traitor, making them unable to testify!


    But who would have thought Julius Reed would disrupt their n, leaving them no chance to silence the witnesses!


    Furthermore, Tucker Ridge died.


    With a dead man and someone who paid dearly, anyone with sense would know how to choose.


    Simultaneously, it cleared the suspicion of orchestrating a traitor.


    Knox Michael was utterly defeated!


    "Not necessarily." Julius Reed shook his head: "If it were Knox Michael, he’d have broken in by now. Plus, do you think with Brant Fairbanks’ way of doing things, he would let Knox Michael act recklessly?"


    "Then who could it be?" enor Wood felt a bit overwhelmed.


    "Go check it out. In this world, is there anyone we fear?" Julius Reed walked to the door in a few steps, didn’t ask, and directly opened the door.


    The hotel owner was about to knock, but his hand missed.


    "Uh..."


    He never expected the other party to open the door directly.


    His prepared words were momentarily forgotten.


    "Come in and talk!"


    Before the owner could react, Julius Reed pressed his shoulder and pulled him inside.


    Bang!


    The door was closed.


    Click!


    enor Wood turned on the light, and the two stared at the hotel owner like they were looking at a prisoner.


    "Speak!"


    Julius Reed uttered just one word.


    "I...I’ve checked, Dean Curtis did say, you are indeed obliging towards him, telling us to take good care of you." The owner spoke in a low voice.


    "In the afternoon, I had quite the scare. But I can’t understand why, after you killed several people, Ocean Academy not only didn’t pursue it, but treated you so generously?"


    He voiced his confusion.


    Too abnormal.


    ording to Ocean Academy’s conduct, how could they tolerate such a thing!


    "Exactly, you can’t understand. If you could, it would be me knocking on your door today to ask you." Julius Reed asked coldly, "Anything else? If not, don’t stay too close to me. This principle, you should understand."


    Whether it’s Ocean Academy or ck-wind Academy.


    Whether it’s Brant Fairbanks or Curtis Channing.


    He didn’t want excessive contact.


    The purpose of this trip was to rescue Grace River and simultaneously foil Boulevard Mountain’s conspiracy.


    At the Dusty tform’s Grandmasterpetition on the Heavenly Ranking, to kill Cold Nelson and the fake Lord.


    If it weren’t for seeing Ocean Academy im they were involved in overthrowing the Lord and asserting they’ve obtained the Divine Dragon Tripod, Julius Reed wouldn’t have bothered to associate with them.


    "Then...I won’t disturb you anymore." The owner said timidly, quickly turned and left.


    Afraid that lingering would suffocate him under Julius Reed’s pressure!


    As soon as he opened the door, he heard amotion downstairs.


    "Gentlemen, now Boulevard Mountain is hosting an event, there are too many people! It’s not that I don’t want to earn money, but there are truly no rooms!"


    "You whelp with no foresight! See the Joss Paper on us? If you don’t arrange something, then keep this and spend it down below!"


    "Guest, you’re being unreasonable..."


    "Less nonsense! Today, even if you have to drive people out, you have to make room for me!"


    Downstairs a ruckus, apparently new guests arrived but no room was avable.


    "I’ll go check!" The owner frowned, preparing to go handle the situation.


    "I’ll go with you."


    Julius Reed followed behind.


    Why does this voice sound so familiar?


    Who could it be?


    enor Wood staying alone in the room felt meaningless, so he went along.


    As soon as they went downstairs, they saw a group of people arguing.


    One person was sitting inside a coffin, carried by eight people!


    Whitaker Dog!


    No wonder!


    Julius Reed said the voice was familiar, turns out Whitaker Dog came out of Town and passed through here.


    Funeral Alliance never cares about details.


    They wore white hemp clothes and carried mourning banners.


    In the middle of the night, one who didn’t know might think someone was dead.


    Yet Whitaker Dog, in this cold weather, was still bare-chested, sitting inside the coffin.


    "It’s him?" enor Wood was also surprised. "Whitaker Dog really intends to go north to Boulevard?"


    "Seems so." Julius Reed smiled lightly, suddenly having an idea. "Let’s make friends with him."


    They recognized Whitaker Dog, but Whitaker Dog didn’t recognize them.


    Night Fairy’s lineage had masks quite authentic to fake reality.


    Even the voice was significantly altered.


    "Stop arguing! We really have no rooms avable!" The hotel owner went over, gesturing for silence: "Guests are sleeping, aren’t you disturbing them? If a conflict arises, do you mean to fight in my hotel?"


    Those living here were martial artists.


    Quick-tempered!


    "Even if you have to drive people out, you must find a solution!" Whitaker Dog slowly opened his eyes, pulled out a stack of Joss Paper, and threw it! "Otherwise, keep it to spend!"


    "This..."


    The owner was in a dilemma.


    "This brother, could we have a word in private?"


    As Julius Reed was about to step forward, members of the Funeral Alliance immediately blocked him.


    "Move aside!"


    Whitaker Dog confidently waved his hand, and those people quickly dispersed.


    "I know of a room that’s quitefortable. But...seems like the room’s owner is hard to mess with. Room 301, only one person. That’s the best spot in the entire hotel." Julius Reed spoke softly, then chuckled, "This person happens to be my enemy."


    "Do I care about your grudges? As long as the room isfortable, I’ll go stay!" Whitaker Dog waved his hand, "301, open the coffin!"