<h4>Chapter 2059: Chapter 2059: Meeting Someone</h4>


    Stirring up trouble?


    This is something Julius Reed enjoys.


    The Green Snake and White Tiger are on him, and he can always defer and say they can’t be found.


    First, let’s see what’s really going on with the Dusty tform; it will help to have a strategyter.


    Anyway, from the Prophet to the one cleaning toilets, everyone knows Julius Reed is not Julius Reed but actually Osher Reed.


    Naturally born to take the heat, it’s even more carefree to stir up trouble.


    "Just leave him breathing, right?" Julius Reed closely observed the Prophet, who was not Jesse River.


    Indeed, it was that rumored dead Prophet from years ago.


    But vaguely, Julius Reed always felt Jesse River was involved in this matter.


    That guy went missing after helping with the Diamond Bear.


    "Go ahead, it’s fine. We still need his cooperation, but we can’t move forward without some pressure." The Prophet spoke weakly, eyes closed.


    Julius Reed pushed the door open and left, only to be surprised by the presence of several martial artists standing at the entrance.


    In front of them, there were several monks.


    All the monks were bizarre creatures with just four limbs and strongbat abilities.


    This must be the restricted guard unit.


    The Prophet had prepared in advance to mess with the leader in the Dusty tform’s domain.


    Even if the Dusty tform’s martial artists wanted revenge, they weren’t a match for these guard units.


    But Julius Reed forgot one thing.


    He didn’t know the Dusty tform’s owner was really whereabouts.


    "Could I ask, where are the people from the Dusty tform?" Julius Reed whispered to a martial artist beside him.


    "Go straight ahead, there’s a door. Once you pass that door, grab someone and beat them up, then you’ll know." The martial artist said, cautiously watching his surroundings.


    Very dutiful.


    "Who told you this method?" Julius Reed was slightly surprised.


    "The Prophet," the male replied, "The Prophet said. The enemy is the best answer."


    Julius Reed nodded, no wonder he was Hiddy’s father.


    Hiddy perfectly inherited her father’s nature in this regard.


    Simple and straightforward in action, prioritizing direct efficiency.


    He walked ahead and stepped out the door.


    Julius Reed encountered a group of martial artists drinking.


    Others were busy conducting experiments.


    Behind the door was aboratory, not asrge as those Julius Reed had seen before, but not small either.


    Suddenly.


    Among the equipment in theboratory, Julius Reed saw a familiar symbol.


    The symbol of Underworld Emperor Yin Jian!


    Julius Reed and Yin Jian hadn’t seen each other in many years, and their recent meeting was not much of an interaction.


    He naturally didn’t know that after the temple’s downfall, Yin Jian had turned to research.


    Moreover, he had quite an insight into the research of temples and martial artists.


    The coating that eliminated the Undead Tribe back then was Yin Jian’s handiwork.


    It’s fair to say that Devlin’s nning and the copse of the empire would be iplete without Yin Jian’s contributions.


    Seeing this now, Julius Reed was quite surprised.


    This indicated that Yin Jian also had an inextricable rtionship with the Dusty tform.


    But another subtle issue was that Yin Jian and the Prophet belonged to the same camp, and there was a conflict between the Dusty tform’s owner and the Prophet.


    Now that Yin Jian was cooperating with the Dusty tform’s owner, it meant standing against the Prophet.


    The increasingly chaotic rtionship between them was bing harder for Julius Reed to untangle.


    "Hey, what do you want!" A martial artist, with a cigarette dangling, walked over, sizing him up: "This is our confidential area, please leave."


    That was rtively polite.


    Julius Reed thought he would be told to get lost.


    "Where’s your boss?" Julius Reed asked the man.


    He had a rough understanding of the rtionship between the Prophet and the Dusty tform.


    This was originally the ruins of the Nine Spirits Temple.


    But the temple had been demolished for so many years, losing its influence and getting upied and transformed into the Dusty tform.


    For the Prophet tomunicate with the gods, he needed ess to the three great temples.


    For reasons unknown, he didn’t go to the other two.


    Instead, he chose this ce.


    Yet this ce no longer belonged to the temple.


    To stay, the Prophet made a transaction with the owner here.


    They were to provide some necessary items for the Dusty tform in exchange for renting a residence here.


    It’s safe to say many of those monks from the Dusty tform were created with the Prophet’s help through theseboratories.


    Because they were replicas, those monks were like puppets controlled by invisible strings.


    Unable to achieve the autonomous offensive capabilities of the Prophet’s guards.


    The replicas, though fakes, were already strong enough!


    Perhaps these were the reasons that the people under the Dusty tform treated the Prophet politely.


    "Why are you looking for our boss?" As the man spoke, several martial artists had gathered around.


    They were patrolling to ensure theboratory’s safety.


    The Prophet’s people had always rented here, minding their own business.


    Moreover, much of what was needed for experiments came from the Prophet’s side.


    So theb wasn’t guarded.


    Including Darin, it was a product of experiments from both sides.


    "The Prophet has some words for me to convey to your boss, along with some other items." Julius Reed extended his hand but kept his fist clenched, not opening it.


    "What items?" The martial artist raised his eyebrow, reaching out to check.


    "You know, there are some things only your boss is privileged to know. Honestly, you’re a bitcking in status." Julius Reed withdrew his hand, coldly stating.


    He was always curious about who the Dusty tform’s owner really was.


    Just then, someone next to him leaned over and whispered something into the man’s ear.


    "You’re the one beside the Prophet?" The man scrutinized Julius Reed, seeming surprised: "Incredible! Incredible indeed! The temple is truly miraculous. Third Brother, take him to see the Big Brother."


    "Yes!"


    A martial artist stepped out to lead the way.


    More smoothly than expected.


    Julius Reed thought he would have to resort to violence to see someone.


    Through theboratory and past numerous jars,


    Julius Reed was brought to a door.


    After four levels of inspection, the door slowly opened.


    It was a wide corridor with no obstacles.


    If someone intruded, they wouldn’t survive.


    Just one trap box would make you a sieve.


    No ce to hide.


    They walked for several hundred meters.


    The man leaned in near the door and spoke into a camera: "I’m here to bring someone to see the Big Brother."


    As soon as he finished speaking.


    The door opened.


    What was visible were two neat rows of bodyguards.


    In the very center, a man sat in a chair, his back to them.


    "Boss, someone beside the Prophet wants to see you." Third Brother finished speaking and turned to leave.


    This wasn’t a ce he could enter.


    "You’vee?"


    Click!


    The door closed.


    The man remained with his back to Julius Reed, but one could see the smoke wafting, indicating the man was smoking.


    Or it could be a cigar.


    "Yeah." Julius Reed nced at the martial artists, ready to act.


    He was confident he could easily deal with them.


    "My equipment is ready. Preparing for tonight, once you kill the Prophet, I’llmence the experiment immediately," the man said calmly.