<h4>Chapter 2186: Chapter 2186: Departure</h4>


    The Gills Alliance is something Julius Reed is unaware of.


    But he knows what the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is.


    This Gills Alliance is obviously meant to humiliate the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!


    Could it be rted to enor Wood?


    Julius Reed felt a bit angry.


    Isn’t this making him out to be a gigolo?


    How can the dignified Holy Lord tolerate such a thing happening?


    "What on earth is this Gills Alliance, is it specifically to shame me, Julius Reed?"


    He asked aloud.


    A word appeared on the painting.


    ’Hmm.’


    "Hiss..." Julius Reed took a deep breath, pointing at the painting: "To tolerate the intolerable!"


    "Where is this thing, and what does it do?"


    The painting didn’t react.


    The painting still appeared there.


    From the painting, it could be seen that the Gills Alliance was huge in scale.


    As tall as dozens of floors.


    The architectural style was quite luxurious.


    Without substantial strength and wealth, it’s unlikely that such a luxurious tavern could be constructed.


    Judging by the colorful patterns on the painting, it was mostly royal style.


    Even the dragon carvings on the columns were simr to those of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?


    This was clearly meant to humiliate the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. Without some grudge, no one would do such a nasty thing.


    "I guess I can’t find out much." Julius Reed removed the painting and tossed it into the safe.


    Locked it securely.


    "Shadow Kims, Hawthorne,e out!" Julius Reed pushed open the door and called out.


    "Coming big brother!"


    "Coming Western Emperor!"


    The two hurried out of their rooms.


    Shadow Kims was nowpletely transparent and found it morefortable to just lie t.


    Why fight for power and profit?


    Always on edge, never having good days, and it’s quite dangerous.


    Now, following the Holy Lord, living a good life, conducting research every day, money is avable, resources are there, so why take risks to fight?


    Just stick with Julius Reed.


    Such happy days.


    "Have you ever heard of the Gills Alliance?" Julius Reed looked at the two of them: "Ever heard of it?"


    "I’ve only heard of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance." Hawthorne scratched his head.


    "So have I, never heard of the Gills Alliance." Shadow Kims shook his head.


    "Nonsense, I’ve heard of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance too, I’m asking about the Gills Alliance." Julius Reed frowned and said, "It shouldn’t be, such a big tavern, such a big organization, no news at all?"


    In theory, martial artists are the most well-informed.


    Because they are quite mobile and frequently exchange various information with each other.


    "Really never heard of it." Hawthorne ate an apple, shaking his head, speaking indistinctly.


    "What on earth is this Gills Alliance?" Shadow Kims was asking.


    Suddenly, a voice came from behind.


    "Gills Alliance? Why are you asking about the Gills Alliance?" An handsome, dashing man with eighteen abdominal muscles walked over, holding a thermos cup.


    The clear high-through thermos ss revealed goji berries inside.


    "Terry Moore, have you heard of it?" Julius Reed asked.


    Terry Moore and Karen were here keeping Bamboo Whitakerpany; you might see them asionally.


    But these two were usually inseparable, yet Karen wasn’t seen today.


    "Of course! Karen took me there." Terry Moore opened the thermos cup and took a sip of goji berry water: "Let me tell you, I usually don’t tell others about this, but the girls there are very pretty! Just a bit expensive..."


    "Hey!"


    Terry Moore pped his head, as if suddenly remembering something, "The top cards there have the same names as the Holy Lord’s four maids. Eliezer Pine, Grace River, Isabe Warm, and Lillian Tompson... hahaha..."


    "So, who did you sleep with?" Julius Reed looked at him coldly.


    "Well..." Terry Moore stammered: "They sell art, not themselves... Besides, even if they did sell themselves, am I, Terry Moore, that kind of person? If you really have to sleep with someone, wouldn’t we go for Eliezer Pine?"


    "Terry Moore, you’ve changed." Julius Reed hugged him and whispered: "Are they pretty?"


    "Absolutely pretty, though not as good as your actual four, but not bad either. Holy Lord, are you going? If you go, consider this on me. Although I don’t have such interests, and... it’s all from what Karen said, I actually haven’t been." Terry Moore said mysteriously: "Just bragging earlier, am I that kind of person, Holy Lord you know me."


    "Alright, today you’ll apany us for a trip, I want to see what the fuss is about." Julius Reed squinted, recalling the scenes in the painting.


    Was the one whose head was chopped off Trent Marsh in the end?


    Why were there no follow-ups?


    Was it because Trent Marsh was killed, or because the seal hadn’t been opened?


    The painting didn’t give much more answers.


    Trent Marsh was captured, Pranay Martinez also behaved himself, and the crisis in Gonzalez City was temporarily averted.


    Yet those martial artists were still on their way, once Trent Marsh is not dead, raises his arm, and shows not weak abilities, considering those martial artists’ tendency toward resisting Julius Reed, it’ll likely be a bloody battle in Gonzalez City.


    "Yo, everyone is here, where are you going? Such a crowd?" Dragon Dance also walked over.


    Seeing the hallway full of people, curiously asked.


    "Out for some business, a ce called the Gills Alliance." Julius Reed said.


    He had to act like a puppet in front of Dragon Dance.


    "A brothel?" Dragon Dance heard the name and something felt off.


    "What, am I not good enough?" She didn’t care about others’ gazes, directly leaned on Julius Reed, gently kissed him. "You insist on going out looking."


    "It’s really about business." Julius Reed endured his inner helplessness and exined: "I suspect Trent Marsh is there, you know, my heart only has you."


    "You got some sense." Dragon Dance handed the pocket watch to Julius Reed: "Take this with you, just in case. If you encounter any danger, it can help a bit."


    "I’m more worried about you." Julius Reed looked sincerely at Dragon Dance: "Only when you’re safe can I be at ease tracing Trent Marsh’s whereabouts outside."


    "Mm." Dragon Dance blushed, turned, and ran back to her room, closed the door, leaned against it, her heart racing.


    That damned man.


    He actually cares so much about her?


    "Alright, time is of the essence." Julius Reed worried Dragon Dance mighte out again, hurriedly made a stop, took the gold bars, and prepared to leave.


    Everyone set out lightly, Julius Reed handed each a mask given by Gabriel Abernathy, for an easy disguise.


    "You really haven’t been? Don’t mess things up." Julius Reed asked Terry Moore while on the private jet.


    "Holy Lord, what’re you saying? Am I that kind of person? We’re going purely to check the wind for Karen. As for the mask, I don’t need it, who recognizes me?" Terry Moore said, taking out his phone, pointing a spot on the map.


    "Boulevard?" Julius Reed was a little surprised.


    Was the Gills Alliance actually built on Boulevard?


    "Isn’t there the Jade Pool, those people im to be goddesses, so naturally it has to be on Boulevard." Terry Moore exined.


    "But I was just at Boulevard, and didn’t hear anything about it?" Julius Reed was even more surprised.


    "Half a month, and it’spleted." Terry Moore, like an old hand, exined: "The boss behind it is quite wealthy."