<strong>Chapter 2128: Chapter 2128: Defection</strong>


    White Dragon suddenly felt a warmth in his crotch.


    In the next moment, his shoes were wet.


    The newly appointed president of the Martial Arts Association, White Dragon had met him, and they were even acquaintances.


    Their skills were on par with each other.


    Trent Marsh valued the global reach of the Martial Arts Association, so he ced one of his earliest defected martial artists in the president’s position.


    The facts proved.


    This decision was extremely correct.


    The Martial Arts Association became thergest guide, helping Trent Marsh stabilize the situation.


    It also influenced many wavering martial artists.


    But now…


    The high-ranking president of the Martial Arts Association has been beheaded?


    White Dragon could confirm that this was indeed the head of the president of the Martial Arts Association!


    There’s no mistake!


    “This… how did you manage to get this…” White Dragon was drenched in sweat, his hand trembling slightly.


    Even with security at this level and his skills, he was still beheaded.


    “Killing him was easy.” The woman’s hands wrapped around White Dragon’s neck, blowing warm air as she whispered, “I told you, you underestimated us and overestimated Trent Marsh…”


    It took White Dragon a long time toe to his senses.


    He wiped his sweat, sniffed, and asked, “What… is your name?”


    “My name is Erwin,” the woman said obediently.


    “Damn it.” White Dragon took a deep breath, realizing something as he saw hispanion’s head.


    Tomorrow and idents, you never know which wille first.


    “Are you sure you won’t turn back into a corpse?” he confirmed again.


    “No,” Erwin shook her head.


    “Then let’s do it, I don’t want to die without having my fill!” White Dragon lifted Erwin and ced her on the sofa behind him.


    …


    The mountain rain is about toe and the wind is full of towers.


    Gonzalez City looked rxed on the surface, but many of Aron Jackson’s men had already mixed in.


    White Dragon, understanding what he should do, also learned what kind of organization Faceless were.


    Betraying Trent Marsh might not get him killed, but not betraying him definitely would.


    White Dragon made his choice.


    In an alley in Gonzalez City.


    White Dragon stood alone and said, “Come out.”


    As soon as he finished speaking, over a dozen figures shed out.


    Seeing these people instantly filled White Dragon with surprise.


    He hadn’t expected that, just as Erwin said, Aron Jackson already knew he wasing.


    “How did you know we were following you?” The leading Great Grandmaster stepped forward.


    Here in Gonzalez City, they were prepared and weren’t worried they couldn’t beat White Dragon.


    Reinforcements would arrive soon.


    “I already knew.” White Dragon calmly lit a cigarette from his pocket.


    This cigarette had two meanings.


    He wanted the others to think he was genuinely calm.


    The second, to calm himself down.


    The feeling of being surrounded was quite panic-inducing.


    And he wasn’t sure about the oue of meeting Aron Jackson.


    What if Aron Jackson tortured him to death?


    The hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly.


    But no one noticed these details.


    Even Aron Jackson’s men were surprised.


    Their operation was so meticulous, their surveince silent, and yet they were discovered?


    “Did you think you found me through intelligence?” White Dragon flicked the ash from his cigarette, speaking calmly: “That’s because I wanted you to find me. Alright, everyone, let’s not waste time. Take me to your boss.”


    After saying this, he flicked the cigarette butt to the ground.


    Stamped it out, raised his hands, and walked towards the group.


    “Lock him up,” the leader, still not at ease, had his hands by now, a tight ground-and from which even wings could not allow escape.


    The meeting ce wasn’t the Bronze Sparrow Terrace.


    White Dragon was fitted with a ck mask and changed into a new set of clothes before getting into a car.


    Half an hourter.


    The car stopped inside a vi.


    This was Itai Huntington’s vi.


    Since the incident with Old Eight, the vi had been closed.


    “Boss, we brought the man.” The martial artists roughly escorted White Dragon to a pavilion.


    Aron Jackson and the Emperor were ying chess.


    “He voluntarily wanted to see you, and he also discovered us earlier.” The leader whispered into Aron Jackson’s ear.


    “Oh? Such a thing?” Aron Jackson was very surprised. He stood up, looked towards White Dragon, examined him carefully, and asked, “Why do you want to see me? Don’t you understand the methods I use against those under Trent Marsh?”


    “Those are the people you captured. I’m here voluntarily; isn’t that different?” White Dragon answered with a smile.


    His face was calm and easy-going.


    But in his heart.


    He was already terrified.


    This was entering the tiger’s den alone!


    “Alright, speak up. As long as you make it clear and convince me, I won’t kill you.” Aron Jackson was also curious about what this guy wanted.


    “The reason I’m looking for you is simple. I want to kill Trent Marsh.” White Dragon sneered, eyes filled with arrogance: “Surely, you’ve seen the box at the entrance of the Bronze Sparrow Terrace. That was my pledge of loyalty.”


    “Yours?” Aron Jackson narrowed his eyes, his tone changing.


    He knew about that box, containing a head.


    It was the head of the President of the Martial Arts Association!


    Aron Jackson had always been looking for an opportunity to eliminate him!


    But he never found the chance.


    When he saw the head today, he was puzzled, wondering who had done it.


    Now with White Dragon’s words, he was even more perplexed.


    Having killed his own, what was this guy up to?


    “I want to kill Trent Marsh. I can’t do it alone; I need your cooperation.” White Dragon repeated what Erwin had taught him.


    “Be specific.” Aron Jackson waved at the Emperor.


    “I want to meet Julius Reed.” White Dragon lifted his head, not looking at Aron Jackson. “My position under Trent Marsh is very high. Talking to you is meaningless, so to save time, I must talk to Julius Reed in person! Remember, dying this matter carries consequences you cannot bear.”


    After these words, Aron Jackson was quite surprised.


    It was obvious that this guy came prepared.


    “What do you think?” Aron Jackson hugged the Emperor, walking away.


    “Now, truth and lies, reality and illusion. Can’t fully believe, nor not believe,” the Emperor nced back at White Dragon, lowering his voice: “The High Lord arrives in Gonzalez City tonight; he used a deception to trick Trent Marsh. The idea of the Underworld Emperor Yin Jian was indeed good.”


    “The High Lord will arrive tonight?” Aron Jackson was astonished: “I thought it would take at least three days.”


    “The High Lord feigned a front to hide behind, colluding with Shadow Kims to set a trap for Trent Marsh, preparing in advance in Gonzalez City.” The Emperor spoke quietly, wary of being overheard. “Trent Marsh has a significant background, and the High Lord is clearly cautious.”


    “Since so, then this person…” Aron Jackson pointed at White Dragon.


    “Lock him up; in a few hours, the High Lord will arrive.” The Emperor also nced at White Dragon, then turned back and said: “He’s someone from Trent Marsh, and not of low status. Seeing him could be beneficial for the High Lord.”


    “Take him away!” Aron Jackson waved his hand, and the martial artists immediately dragged White Dragon away.


    “Hey, I haven’t finished speaking!” White Dragon was in a panic, worried they intended to kill him.