<h4>Chapter 2038: Chapter 2038: Eating</h4>


    The car was totaled, and the two of them sat in silence by the side of the highway for over ten minutes.


    The more they thought about it, the more something felt off.


    Regardless of whether Jesse River was truly a prophet or not, they had to check it out.


    After all, they were part of the top tier of the Seventh Emperors’bat force; they couldn’t back down.


    Quickly, Pranay Martinez used his Cash Ability to have another sports car flown in.


    Julius Reed and he headed west, disappearing into the glow of the setting sun.


    In the night.


    The sports car raced like a wild horse on the highway, galloping recklessly.


    Suddenly.


    Julius Reed turned his head and asked, "Mr. Turtle, do you know where the Prophet is?"


    At this, Pranay Martinez mmed the brakes!


    Over 300 miles per hour!


    Sudden brake!


    The car’s front collided with the guardrail, and the two flew out.


    The car exploded.


    mes ignited.


    "I... don’t seem to know," Pranay Martinez scratched his head a bit awkwardly, "Then what are we... running for?"


    "I also want to know what we’ve been running for a whole day." Julius Reed sneered.


    A soul-searching question, Pranay Martinez shivered as he fumbled for a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one shakily. "It seems Darin was killed. The Prophet’s intel came from him and the Guilt Emperor. So here’s the question..."


    He turned his head, looking at Julius Reed. "Who killed the Guilt Emperor and Darin?"


    Julius Reed furrowed his brow slightly, resting his chin in thought, "Yeah, who killed them? Hey! Do you think there’s a chance the Prophet is under the Dusty tform? After all, Darin was a man of the Dusty tform?"


    "Makes sense." Pranay Martinez snuffed out the cigarette and began making calls.


    Soon after, a brand-new sports car was delivered in front of them.


    This time, they finally had a target.


    Dusty tform!


    The ce where Pranay Martinez once perished!


    Also where the temple truly began to re-emerge in the Mortal World.


    Pranay Martinez also believed that this was the most likely ce where the Prophet would appear.


    "Slow down, Hiddy and your Marthew Abernathy haven’t caught up yet. If we rush in, it could arouse suspicion." Julius Reed looked back, finding the rear empty.


    Pranay Martinez was driving too fast.


    "No rush, we’ll drink and eat under the Dusty tform." Pranay Martinez floored the elerator.


    The following afternoon.


    Nearing dusk, with only half the sun left.


    They finally arrived under the Dusty tform.


    The Dusty tform was at the mountain top, bustling with people below.


    Very lively.


    Even as the martial arts world trembled, the upper echelons were the ones shaken.


    Ordinary martial artists couldn’t get the news, not even knowing what urred.


    They still practiced martial arts, drank, and ate meat.


    Maybe dealing with some love-hate rtionships.


    Even if the sky fell, they’d be thest to know.


    Pranay Martinez parked the car, pointing to a tavern in front. "This tavern is called Love Tavern, very famous. Over five thousand years I’ve been around, I’ve lost count of the times I’ve visited this tavern."


    "Does Mr. Turtle also like talking about love?" Julius Reed got out of the car, hands behind his back, surveying the Love Tavern.


    The tavern was very modern, brightly lit, with a pink heart in the center surrounded by neon lights.


    The tavern was bustling, manying to drink.


    This three-story building was very striking among the other constructions under the Dusty tform.


    Other taverns or buildings were filled with an ancient style, rarely as modern as this.


    "Love Tavern is not about love," Orson Martinez walked briskly ahead, steps light, as if going home.


    "If Love Tavern isn’t about love, is it about divorces?" Julius Reed followed, somewhat curious.


    Upon entering.


    What met his eyes.


    Were urns one after another.


    With white candles and flowers.


    "Is this... a funeral home?" Julius Reed stepped back a few paces, looking up at the sign above.


    It was the Love Tavern.


    Didn’t see it wrong, did he?


    "Love Tavern, the theme has to be love." Pranay Martinez walked to the altar, picked up an urn, then took a box of ashes, walking to a table in the hall.


    Neither asking for a private room nor hiding in the most concealed corner.


    Just like a regr customer, sitting there.


    Julius Reed followed, sitting across from him, ncing around.


    Whoa!


    What a sight!


    Hundreds of martial artists throughout the room, roughly estimated two or three hundred on the first floor alone, each holding an urn, drinking heartily.


    While also eating from the boxes of ashes.


    The scene was weird!


    A bit eerie!


    And the room was a bit dim, with only dark red lighting.


    "Mr. Turtle, can’t you find a more normal ce?" Julius Reed wasn’t used to it, it felt too gloomy.


    "Be detached." Orson Martinez picked up the vermillion brush from the table, writing a name on the urn.


    Prophet.


    Then wrote another name on the ashes box.


    Osher Reed.


    He then opened the urn, drinking heartily from the wine inside.


    "Refreshing!" Pranay Martinez drank gulps, after putting down the wine jar, wiped his mouth with his sleeve.


    He directly opened the ashes box.


    Inside was white, looking just like ashes.


    But Julius Reed smelled something fragrant.


    Seeing this, Pranay Martinez pulled anotheryer from beneath the ashes box.


    It was fragrant rice!


    He poured the white ash-like stuff onto the rice, mixed it with chopsticks, eating heartily.


    "Delicious! Haven’t tasted this ce’s delicacies in years!"


    Pranay Martinez muttered indistinctly as he ate.


    "Western Emperor, go and get something to eat. It’s absolutely delicious!" Saying so, Pranay Martinez started devour the food.


    "Ash-covered rice?" Julius Reed couldn’t understand Pranay Martinez’s fascination, how was he like Whitaker Dog?


    "It’s a secret seasoning, looks like ashes, but it’s actually..." Pranay Martinez chugged the wine jar.


    "Is it really ashes?" Julius Reed raised a brow.


    "It’s actually a bunch of delicious stuff."


    Pranay Martinez was full of food and drink, yet seemed still unsatisfied.


    "Love Tavern is about writing the name of someone you desire but can’t have on this, then eating heartily."


    He finally exined, "The taste is great, you should try it."


    After a moment of hesitation, Julius Reed wanted to try it, so he stood up to get some.


    As soon as he left, Pranay Martinez added a stroke to the name Osher on the ashes box.


    Turning it into Julius.


    While Julius was away, he tossed the ashes box into the nearby trash can, crossing his legs, rocking steadily.


    "It’s really not bad." Julius Reed tasted a bit, it was surprisingly Orlean BBQ vor.


    Pranay Martinez quickly picked up his ashes box lid to check.


    Indeed, his name was written on it.


    "Heh." Pranay Martinez sneered. "Upstairs are private rooms, very expensive, further up are suites. I’ve got too many underlings to afford those, so I settle for below. Over time, you get used to it. Hurry and eat, we’ll pay and leave, can’t let my men see us dining here. They’re slow, we brothers’ll sneak some."


    Just as he said.


    A group descended from the upper floor.


    "Delicious!"


    "nes sure are fast!"


    "Quick, pay and go, if the City Lord spots us eating here, it’d be awkward."


    A group of people chatting andughing came downstairs.


    Pranay Martinez’s smile began to fade.


    And it seemed to freeze a bit?