<h4>Chapter 2220: Chapter 2220: Old Wine in New Bottles</h4>


    "Interesting."


    Trent Marsh stood on the rubble, swaying from the shockwaves.


    Fortunately, he had already finished his bowl of porridge, so he didn’t feel as hungry.


    But there was still some alcohol left in the bottle.


    Not far from him, explosions erupted one after another.


    Some shattered pieces of steel happened to fall into his bottle.


    ’Tsk...’ Trent grimaced, clearly displeased.


    "You said you’re here to trash the ce, and I don’t really care. Buting to my turf and not letting me drink in peace, that’s just bullying."


    He leaped down!


    Coincidentally, a motorcycle burst through the mes, bombs held high, charging straight at him.


    "You’re still young, don’t know the prowess of Third Brother."


    Trent took a deep breath and pushed forward with his hands!


    Boom!


    Energy surged through the air!


    A force like a hurricane shot out directly!


    sting the motorcyclist away!


    Boom!


    Up high, the sound of the bomb echoed.


    "Ignorant. The ignorant are fearless." Trent lifted his head, frowning as he fetched a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it in the zing fire before him.


    "Hoo..."


    He exhaled a puff of smoke and brushed off the debris on him caused by the explosions.


    "Third Brother, these people are practically on a suicide mission, over a thousand of our men are dead, it’s too intense." Griffen Marsh returned, covered in blood, with eyes full of anger: "What’s with this? No talk, no action, just straight up bombing?"


    "Is everything settled?" Trent calmly smoked his cigarette.


    It seemed these guys were quite mad.


    And their target wasn’t even the rubble beneath his feet.


    "We haven’t figured it all out, but based on our analysis and these people’s attire, they might be from the Hidden Gate, previously led by the Gills Alliance." Griffen motioned toward the mes.


    He examined some of the unscathed corpses, and parts of the motorcycles, roughly deducing it to be the work of the Hidden Gate.


    Though their resolve was firm, leaving no living soul, which was quite a pity.


    "Hidden Gate." Trent peeled off a piece of gum, tossed it into his mouth, and mumbled while chewing: "This gang of rogues, they really have no sense of martial virtue. Investigate what this Hidden Gate is all about; without backing and connections, they wouldn’t dare cross me, Trent Marsh, like this."


    "We’ve already picked up some clues." Griffen quickly reported from the side: "This group is very mysterious. They im to be an ancient sect, supposedly a thousand years old. But in reality, the earliest traceable information only dates back a month or two."


    "ording to my analysis, this can’t be a force that just emerged out of nowhere. If they were so powerful, wouldn’t we have noticed during our sweeping conquest of the world?"


    As Trent’s personal guard, Griffen had a keen mind.


    In charge of intelligence for years, despite being frozen since Trent’s disappearance, they were saved when Trent returned.


    But thousands of years of slumber didn’t have much impact.


    Griffen and the others were able to live to see Trent return, and they remained quite normal and healthy.


    Just like enor Wood, they didn’t possess immortality.


    "You’re right." Trent blew a bubble with his gum, only to have it burst and stick all over his beard.


    "This stuff, it’s really dirty." He impatiently pulled the gum off, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it vigorously.


    "A powerful entity doesn’t just rise overnight. This is what they call old wine in new bottles." Trent turned to Griffen: "There must be a strong force behind him. Who it is doesn’t matter; as long as he’s not Silvio Reed, I can annihte him."


    "You suspect... Silvio Reed?" Griffen was startled.


    "Just a guess. After all, there are only a few powerful forces in this world. Investigate, find out their roots." Trent raised his head, rubbed his temples, and sighed: "The Dragon Dance and Hill Leocadia are already enough of a headache for me; better that Fourth Brother stays Fourth Brother, then he’ll be my Fourth Brother for life."


    He put his hands together and bowed deeply to the sky.


    "Fourth Brother, protect me."


    "Third Master, what should we do now?" Griffen pointed to the burning mes: "Someone must be eyeing this ce. Should we call in some reinforcements?"


    "No! I’m certain this is a strategy to lure us away. Our people should continue to surround Gonzalez City, trap them in. Here, we stay put." Trent squinted as he strolled towards a hollow in the rubble: "I’ll head down now; if I don’te out, blow this ce up! If Ie out, get me a bowl of porridge."


    "Cough." Trent coughed, standing still as he clutched his chest.


    "Third Master, is your injury serious?" Griffen asked with concern.


    "It’s nothing." Trent shook his head: "I’ve spent my whole life fighting. What’s this injury even mean? But it was a bit unpleasant being ambushed inexplicably in the forest."


    With that, he jumped into the hollow.


    "Stay on guard." Griffen shouted.


    This hollow was prepared in advance to avoid the hassle of getting into the rubble.


    The only path to the inside was through this central hollow of the rubble.


    Ensuring absolute safety.


    Falling through the hole, Trentnded right before the Asura Statue.


    "Bah." He steadied himself against the wall and spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, feeling slightly dizzy.


    Golden Needle!


    Truly malicious.


    If he hadn’t taken precautions in advance, that golden needle could have been fatal.


    But in front of subordinates and outsiders, he must not show any sign of injury.


    Otherwise, it would unsettle people’s hearts.


    "Luckily, I’m tough." Trent took a few deep breaths to steady his breathing.


    He approached the statue, not kneeling or bowing like others, but instead floated up, hovering in front of that statue.


    Trent extended a finger and inserted it into the statue’s nostril.


    Crack!


    The statue’s mouth sprang open.


    This pce, they had helped build back in the day.


    No need for three kneels and nine kowtows.


    If it was time to open its mouth, it had to open its mouth.


    Trent pressed down on the statue’s jaw with one hand and jumped right in.


    ck.


    The statue’s mouth mped shut.


    Inside that space.


    Trent looked around, as if admiring, or perhaps reminiscing.


    How many years had it been? He had already forgotten what this ce looked like.


    "Seems there were early signs of betrayal, even the structure has been altered." Trent walked straight ahead, trying to find that one ce based on his past memories.


    But suddenly.


    An obstruction appeared before him.


    Invisible.


    Untouchable.


    Like an unseen force, it barred his progress.


    Trent reached out, feeling through the air.


    Then lightly tapped on it.


    He chuckled as his form began to blur.


    In the next moment, he was inside.


    Trent looked back at the invisible barrier, striding forward with bigger steps.