<h4>Chapter 2309: Chapter 2309: An Acquaintance</h4>
AM.
The nended at the Five-river Province airport.
In the martial arts world, though matters cause a great stir among ordinary people, there is a consensus that, except for the more severemotion in Gonzalez City, other ces should not disrupt the lives of ordinary people.
Martial artists belong to the martial arts world, and the lives of ordinary people remain separate.
Excessive interference is not allowed.
Once ordinary people stop providing material support, what life quality could martial artists have relying solely on fighting?
Asking them to engage inbor is akin to asking for their lives.
Yet martial artists naturally have contact with top businessmen.
The original businessmunity in Five-river Province had been dismantled.
Many businessmen who relied on martial artists rose to power, bing local rulers.
Meanwhile, the original ones were directly purged.
A cold wind swept through.
Returning to Five-river Province, Julius Reed felt a mix of emotions.
At that moment, a group of people walked past him.
The leading youth wore a white trench coat, sunsses, and was chewing gum.
Behind him, over a dozen people followed.
Quite a grand presence.
Julius Reed nced over and understood immediately.
This group consisted of martial artists.
And they were very formidable.
Those trailing behind were all at the Grandmaster level, with even two at the Great Grandmaster level.
This was extremely rare in civilian circles.
Moreover, that youth was a Great Grandmaster too.
"Bah!"
As the youth walked, he spat the gum onto the ground.
Unexpectedly, as he walked, he stepped on it himself.
"Unlucky."
He frowned slightly and spoke to a nearby sanitation worker in tattered clothes, "Pick up the trash more diligently, or you’ll get a lesson."
Bang!
A bodyguard behind him kicked out without saying a word.
The sanitation worker picking up trash was sent flying, rolling repeatedly on the ground.
"Should we..."
Hawthorne squinted his eyes, very angry.
"There are too many such injustices; we can’t address them all."
Hearing this, Hawthorne felt a bit disappointed.
"But since we saw it, we can’t just stand by and do nothing."
Julius Reed chuckled and shouted, "Hey! You, walking so big in front, stop for a moment."
Hearing this, the youth at the front turned around, pointed to himself through the trench coat, and asked, "Are you talking to me?"
"Is there anyone else?"
Julius Reed felt this youth was extremely arrogant.
He couldn’t stand such disys.
Anyone trying to show off in front of him would meet a dire end.
"Hmph, young master has no time."
The youth waved his hand dismissively, "Beat him to death and throw him in the river."
With that, he turned to leave.
"Yes, sir!" A Great Grandmaster approached with a cold smile, twisting his fist as he walked, "Kid, you’re out of luck for daring to..."
"Hiss..."
He didn’t finish his sentence before he inhaled sharply.
"Is that it?" Jovany Leopold sheathed his sword, and two blood-stained hands fell to the ground.
With one sword, not even drawn from the scabbard,
the hands of a Grandmaster had been severed.
"Uh..."
Swish!
A sh of cold light.
Before the Grandmaster could scream, Jovany Leopold drew his sword a second time.
The de returned after being out only a third of the way.
"Sword Qi" directly severed his throat.
Thud!
The Grandmaster fell directly to the ground, dying without understanding why he vanished so quickly.
He was a Grandmaster!
"Hm?"
The youth turned around, squinting his eyes. "You’ve got some skills!"
"Not bad, just a little skill." Julius Reed stood, hands sped behind, with Hawthorne and Jovany Leopold behind him.
Along with Windy Johnson, who was tied up but well-hidden.
"Then let’s do this; I hate people who don’t know their ce." He frowned, taking a few steps back, seemingly waiting to watch the show.
"Attack!"
A Great Grandmaster stepped forward.
Unlike a Grandmaster, this Great Grandmaster wore cloth shoes and a blue long gown.
It had gold threads on it.
Utterly luxurious.
"Let me do it; I hate those who bully the weak!" Without another word, Jovany Leopold charged forward!
"I am ke Martin, known as..." The Great Grandmaster sneered, reporting his name out of habit.
But before finishing!
Whoosh!
Jovany Leopold shed down!
Splitting him in two!
"Boss, how should we handle this kid?" Jovany Leopold sheathed his sword, striding towards the youth.
The surrounding martial artists instinctively backed away.
"You... what are you doing!"
The youth was in a panic, clearly not expecting the opponent to be this formidable.
"Make him eat the gum he spat out." Julius Reed said ndly.
"Did you hear that?" Jovany Leopold drew his sword again!
Whoosh!
Sword Qi burst forth!
Two martial artists preparing to ambush got killed instantly!
This single sword strikepletely crushed their fighting spirit.
They began to fear, not daring to step forward.
"Useless in Zone 1!" The youth shook off his trench coat, and suddenly a small bird appeared in front of him.
"Dragon."
Julius Reed squinted.
It was a dragon, a young dragon!
Just like what trapped him in the pce with Ilia Danvers.
Recalling Windy Johnson’s words, he quickly identified the youth’s identity.
"The Dragon n..."
Windy Johnson whispered softly.
He too recognized the dragon.
"Every member of the Dragon n has a dragon like this from a young age. Judging by the color, this kid has a high status; that’s a golden dragon."
"Since he’s of high status..."
Julius Reed said in a low voice, "Let him live."
"Jovany Leopold! Make him eat the gum." Just as he finished speaking, a mass of "Evil Qi" gathered in his hand.
The "Evil Qi" slowly burned!
And flew out directly!
Bang!
A spark shot past, and the little golden dragon was blown away!
Smack!
At the same time,
Jovany Leopold pped the youth’s face, "Eat! If you don’t, I’ll make you eat shit!"
"You... you dare hit me!" The youth’s eyes widened, filled with shock.
Smack smack!
Jovany Leopold backhanded two more ps, covering the youth’s face in blood.
"Alright..."
The youth red viciously at him, slowly crouching to the ground.
"Kneel!"
Bam!
Jovany Leopold kicked, forcing the youth to kneel.
"Eat it!"
He ground the youth’s head onto the gum with his foot.
"Alright, scram."
Bam!
Another kick from Jovany Leopold.
"Today’s..." The youth wanted to spit out some harsh words but swallowed them back.
He fled in panic.
Once they left, the old man who had been beaten spoke with a trembling voice.
"Mr... Mr. Reed?"
Julius Reed had just turned to leave but instinctively turned back.
"Julius Reed?"
The sanitation worker asked again.
With disheveled hair, it was hard to see his face clearly.
"Who are you?"
Julius Reed squatted down in front of him.
"Mr. Reed, I am... I’m Miguel Abbott!"
The old man knelt on the ground, tears streaming down, "Mr. Abbott! The old Abbott who followed you!"
"Miguel Abbott!"
Julius Reed was very surprised; after he left, Miguel Abbott was almost the richest man in Five-river Province, controlling the narrative.
How did he fall to this?
"Not long ago, my opponents colluded with a group of martial artists, making me bankrupt, forcing me to surrender all my assets, and making me sweep garbage here..."
Before Miguel Abbott could finish speaking, a man with a cigarette came over from not far away, pulling up his pants as if he had just been to the bathroom, "Work faster, or I’ll break your leg!"