<h4>Chapter 1982: Chapter 1982: Death and Burial</h4>


    The White Tiger is the temple totem!


    Legend has it that the gods created twelve divine beasts.


    These twelve divine beasts each guard a location.


    Ensuring peace in their areas.


    However.


    This is a story meant to deceive.


    It’s really about showing off power.


    Back when Julius Reed dealt with the temple, these twelve beasts were nowhere to be found.


    Unexpectedly, one appeared today.


    But why is it appearing on my chest?


    Julius Reed touched the tattoo.


    No changes at all.


    It’s as if it has always been there.


    No bump, no movement.


    Quiet and still.


    Julius Reed sat cross-legged on the ground, trying to sense any change in his power.


    But, still no discovery.


    "Heavens, what a mess!"


    At this moment, a hysterical shout was heard.


    Julius Reed opened his eyes and saw the emperor dragging two people over like they were dead dogs.


    "Master, they’ve decided to join you." Emperor, sweating profusely, threw them to the ground.


    He had had enough!


    These two shouted all the way, acting like madmen.


    "Well done." Julius Reed nodded, stood up, and walked toward Demarco Mount.


    "Heavens..."


    Bam!


    Before Drexel Danvers could finish speaking, the emperor couldn’t bear it any longer!


    He started punching and kicking!


    ...


    Thousands of miles away.


    In Gonzalez City.


    Itai Huntington sat in the CEO’s office, staring nkly at a photo on the phone.


    It was taken when Julius Reed apanied her in the capital.


    And that outfit.


    Those days in the capital were Itai Huntington’s most painful period!


    She had to face being abandoned by the Huntington family.


    Facing those who forced her mother to death!


    But after the actual revenge, was there happiness?


    No, there wasn’t!


    Itai Huntington even questioned life, questioned the meaning of her existence.


    Luckily, Julius Reed was always by her side.


    Knock!


    The door was knocked.


    Que Radcliffe walked in.


    Itai Huntington quickly locked the phone screen, stood up with a smile. "Que, there’s nothing much here, you don’t need toe every day."


    "I’m free anyway, might as welle chat with you." Que ced a stack of documents in front of Itai Huntington. "The resort issue has been resolved."


    "So fast? The news is blocked?" Itai Huntington was worried.


    With so many witnesses, blocking the news seemed almost impossible.


    "Aron Jackson handled it, said they arranged bloggers to create a show effect to attract tourists." Que shrugged: "Anyway, that’s how it went. But Aron spent quite a bit on hiring inte troops."


    "He doesn’tck money, no need for us to reimburse." Itai Huntington flipped through the documents briefly and sat back in her chair. "I’ll take you for hotpot at lunch."


    "I’m on a diet." Que hesitated: "Or maybe..."


    "You’re always dieting, just eating vegetables and fruits. If Julius Reed sees, he might think I’m mistreating you. Skipping one meal won’t hurt; I heard a new hotpot ce in Gonzalez City is quite unique!" Itai Huntingtonughed: "Trust me."


    "Alright." Que returned a smile. "My treat."


    "Fine, fine! We don’t count between us." Itai Huntington spoke while ncing at Que.


    Trying to gauge her reaction.


    "Actually..." Que held Itai Huntington’s hand. "You don’t have to love so humbly."


    "Que..." Itai Huntington was about to exin but was interrupted by Que.


    "Actually, when I wrote my will back then, I nned to have you take care of Julius. Later I survived, and looking back, I regretted it. After all, women..."


    Que lowered her head, smiling happily. "Besides, do you think there’d be ack of women around him? If there’s ever another woman, we could always team up against those vixens."


    "You... you really think so?" Itai Huntington felt a bit guilty.


    "What else, he’s the best man. Otherwise, why would we fall for him." Que nced at her watch, pursing her lips: "It’s time. Shall we eat?"


    "Let’s go." Itai Huntington was in an excellent mood!


    So good that she wanted to sing!


    "President Huntington, President Radcliffe." The bodyguards immediately followed from behind.


    Aron Jackson had almost dispatched his elite, though theirbat skills couldn’tpare to Martial Artists, their intel work was exceptional!


    Especially paired with high-tech equipment.


    They exited the building.


    Itai Huntington drove her sports car.


    Today, she drove herself, taking Que out for hotpot.


    As the car left, four ck sedans followed behind.


    All of them were bodyguards.


    On the street outside the building.


    A man with sunsses, wearing a ck trench coat, squatted by the street smoking!


    When he saw Itai Huntington’s sports car leave, he immediately stood up, tossed the cigarette on the ground, and crushed it.


    Then!


    Started sprinting!


    "Report, anomaly spotted! A Martial Artist suspected to be tailing Itai Huntington and Que Radcliffe’s vehicle."


    Not far away, a sanitation worker quietly reported.


    "Received!"


    An earpiece conveyed a response.


    The Dusty tform.


    Aron Jackson was drinking.


    With nothing else to do, he drank.


    "Mr. White, our people reported news!"


    Bam!


    The door was pushed open.


    A bald man was panting, holding aptop, rushed in.


    This was the new rule at the Dusty tform.


    Anyone, no need to knock.


    Can enter directly.


    Reduces unnecessary steps, increases efficiency.


    "Look, this person in ck seems to be following Chairman Huntington’s car." The bald man began operating theputer, disying recordings and photos. "Our people, already four of them have captured the target. Our martial arts group estimates that this person’s ability is likely that of a Great Grandmaster!"


    "Great Grandmaster!"


    Aron Jackson stood up abruptly, dropping his ss, staring intently at the person in ck on the screen.


    "Good thing I set up good surveince on the street; otherwise, I wouldn’t have caught this." Aron Jackson scratched his head, recalling that during the Dusty tform incident, his hair was all yanked out by Julius Reed.


    Thus, everyone at the Dusty tform shaved their heads.


    "Come with me!" Aron Jackson strode out of his office, heading towards a room at the end of the hall.


    Bam!


    He pushed the door open.


    Instantly stunned.


    "Boss Harris? Miss Leopold?"


    Aron recognized these women, well-known executives of Gonzalez City!


    "Uh... my back’s been bad, heard this handsome guy can treat it, so I came to check."


    "Been sitting long, got hemorrhoids. Came to see, like Boss Harris..."


    "My knees hurt..."


    "My leg’s numb..."


    Several elegantdies hurriedly stood up, blushing, and fled.


    "What’s the matter?" Hawthorne, holding a belt, chuckled: "These women are really something."


    "Might have a Great Grandmaster targeting Que and Itai Huntington." Aron gestured, and the bald man behind immediately set theputer before Hawthorne.


    "Definitely a Great Grandmaster." Hawthorne raised an eyebrow after watching the video. "Where’s the person? I need to go over."


    "Can you handle it yourself? Do you need..." Aron began to ask but was met with Hawthorne’s mocking gaze.


    "Drop the ’do you’ part." Hawthorne chuckled lightly. "And prepare a coffin for the guy, bring it along. I, Hawthorne, am easygoing; I not only kill but also bury."