<strong>Chapter 1759: Chapter 1759: Testing the Waters</strong>


    “Hold on!”


    Just as Han Caldwell was pondering how to test West Tower’s true identity.


    The door was pushed open.


    Han Caldwell stood in the center of the Dark Moon Pce conference room, looking somewhat surprised at the visitor. “You’re alright?”


    “Thanks to Mr. Caldwell, I’m fine.” Devlin, wearing a ck felt hat and a ck wool coat, and perpetually donned those ck leather gloves.


    Dressed like that, if he held a box of hidden weapons, he’d be a perfect assassin of the night.


    “It’s good that you’re fine.” Han Caldwell nodded, patting Devlin on the shoulder: “In the future, you must serve the Undead Tribe. With your intelligence and my strength, as long as we join forces, there will be few rivals in the world! By then, you’ll be the top meritorious official!”


    Everyone present was a member of the Caldwell Family and Han Caldwell’s confidants.


    So he made no attempt to conceal his ambition.


    “That’s a matter for the future.” Devlin walked up to Demetrius Caldwell and lifted him up, throwing him to the ground.


    Then, sat down himself.


    “I heard you are investigating West Tower?” He said, taking a cigarette out of his pocket, nonchntly putting it in his mouth and lighting it with a lighter.


    For someone who doesn’t smoke, a cigarette is the most repugnant thing.


    The Grandmasters have hobbies different from ordinary people.


    Only someone like Devlin, with no real skill, could derive such pleasure.


    “That’s right, we were just discussing it.” Han Caldwell waved his hand, gesturing Demetrius Caldwell to step back: “Please share your insights!”


    After the events of the day, his attitude towards Devlin had changed dramatically.


    Perhaps sometimes, the power of wisdom is indeed stronger than brute force.


    If not for Devlin’s intervention to resolve the crisis, the alliance would have perished long ago.


    And Han Caldwell would have faced Demarco Mount alone with no allies.


    “I have no profound insights.” Devlin, with a single hand pinching the cigarette, gently flicked the ash: “I just have a few things to say.”


    “Please go ahead.”


    Having intended to leave, Han Caldwell tookrge strides back to his seat, sitting down again.


    It was evident how much weight he ced on this.


    “While in Town.” Devlin leaned back in the chair, somewhat dejected. “In Town, I met the Holy Master with Lin Zhan. It wasn’t long before Emperor Charlotte Grey also went.”


    “That’s right.” Mentioning this, Emperor Charlotte Grey let out a coldugh: “You urged the president of the Town’s Martial Arts Association, Vinnie Somerset, to lead a group of Martial Artists to besiege the Holy Master, and I was in there! And what happened? You and Lin Zhan never showed up! If I hadn’t run fast, I’d have long be a ghost under the Holy Master’s knife!”


    It was better not to mention it, for upon mentioning, anger surged in Emperor Charlotte Grey’s heart.


    Reflecting on earlier that day when he was poisoned and nearly died.


    And Devlin knew there was a problem all along, yet never appeared.


    He was even more infuriated!


    Couldn’t he have mentioned it to me earlier?


    “Let’s not dwell on past matters.” Devlin waved his hand, flicking the cigarette butt at Emperor Charlotte Grey’s feet. “Let’s start with this West Tower, shall we?”


    “You…”


    “Cristiano Grey, let Devlin finish speaking first.” Han Caldwell interrupted Emperor Charlotte Grey, counseling: “After all, you were once an emperor, how can you have such little magnanimity? I lost a hand to Brant Fairbanks’s schemes, yet I still have to greet him with a smile, don’t I?”


    “Alright! Alright! Alright!”


    Cristiano Grey frowned tightly, swallowing hisints and dissatisfaction temporarily.


    Devlin brushed the ash off his body and leisurely said: “The Holy Master appeared in Town but quickly disappeared. This disappearance, no one knows the whereabouts. However, Grace River was rescued, indicating that the Holy Master came to Boulevard.”


    “I know about the Pendleton incident.” Han Caldwell nodded: “The Holy Master must have been nearby. Last night, many of Pendleton’s people died. Aside from Andrew, who was at my residence, no one else survived.”


    Toe as an enemy at midnight, killing the elite of Pendleton, yet being able to retreat leisurely in the Caldwell Family.


    Apart from the Holy Master, Han Caldwell couldn’t think of anyone else.


    But indeed, they couldn’t trace any signs.


    Even Andrew left during the night, with no one knowing where he went or what he did.


    “Devlin, why bring up the Holy Master now? Could it be that today’s matter was orchestrated by the Holy Master?” Han Caldwell pondered carefully; since Devlin brought up the Holy Master, it indicated the Holy Master was definitely rted to this matter.


    Otherwise, why bring him up suddenly?


    “ording to your investigation, West Tower first appeared between Town and Boulevard Mountain, and he even visited your Caldwell Family.”


    Devlin seemed uninterested, taking out another cigarette but not lighting it, instead just rolling it in his hand.


    “Coincidentally, the Holy Master disappeared from Swimming City and has not appeared since. Do you think this is a coincidence or intentional?”


    At these words, silence enveloped the room.


    “You’re suggesting, it’s highly possible West Tower is impersonating the Holy Master?” Emperor Charlotte Grey was somewhat stupefied.


    If true, wouldn’t that be absurd beyond belief?


    “Possessing three paths, at such a young age, achieving such aplishments. Honestly, I cannot think of anyone else. But, this is just conjecture. The martial arts world is full of hidden talents; a genius emerging wouldn’t be impossible.”


    Devlin stood up, pondering for a moment: “If not, then so be it. If he is, then we are in great peril. Right now, we must quickly confirm his identity!”


    “How to confirm?” Han Caldwell listened, a chill running down his spine!


    If true, wouldn’t they have been yed like fools?


    “Use Olindo Caldwell.” Devlin looked at Demetrius Caldwell: “On this point, I fully agree. But, your approach isn’t enough. ording to my n, to get Olindo Caldwell truly involved, let’s see if West Tower can withstand it.”


    “Mr. Devlin, your idea…isn’t it too vicious! I don’t understand, why let a woman suffer in a room full of men!”


    Had it not been for Han Caldwell’s presence, Demetrius Caldwell would have cursed aloud!


    What do you see your daughter as?


    A tool?


    “To achieve great things, one must not be concerned with trifles!” Devlin pointed at Demetrius Caldwell, suddenly raising his voice: “Do you know how many have died and how many years it has taken to overthrow the Holy Master? How many people have strived for it? In the face of these deceased, your daughter is negligible! Not evenparable to a speck of dust!”


    “But she is my daughter!” Demetrius Caldwell gritted his teeth, his eyes long filled with tears.


    “Daughter?” Devlin snorted: “Four years ago, I gave my daughter to the Holy Master. Compared to me, what do you have to say?”


    Que Radcliffe was married to the Holy Master!


    “What we’re doing is monumental enough to change the entire future! On the roll of honor, there will be your daughter’s name.” Devlin walked over and whispered: “Some things, you cannot change.”


    “Demetrius Caldwell will handle this!” Han Caldwell gestured, and Demetrius Caldwell immediately left.


    “If he is the Holy Master, what should we do? If he’s not, then what do we do?” Han Caldwell asked.


    He rather believed in Devlin.


    Especially now that this guy had also be part of the Undead Tribe, making him one of their own.


    “If he is, we must do everything to confine him! Kill if possible, if not, imprison! If he’s not, then it doesn’t matter.” Devlin nced at his watch: “There will be an answer before nightfall.”