<h4>Chapter 2362: Chapter 2362: Meeting</h4>


    Trent Marsh nodded, his right hand gripping the sword, his peripheral vision on the door.


    He knew who Julius Reed was talking about—this was a group of strange people who came and went like shadows.


    It seemed that Dragon Dance indeed encountered simr troubles, which was why she chose to seek help from Julius Reed.


    Without Julius Reed, Trent Marsh believed he would also stumble.


    So, he didn’t mock Dragon Dance but listened earnestly to Julius Reed’s arrangements.


    With a formidable enemy at hand, Trent Marsh could distinguish right from wrong.


    The money was still on the floor, clearly visible.


    No changes whatsoever.


    "Julius Reed, is there a chance your intuition is wrong?" Trent Marsh settled into a spot, ncing at the door asionally after sitting down.


    No anomalies whatsoever.


    The moneyy quietly on the ground.


    "No rush, let’s wait patiently." Julius Reed picked up the menu and spoke a few words to the waiter beside him.


    "Sir, are you certain you want the most expensive dishes?" The waiter was somewhat surprised, though inwardly disdainful, he couldn’t afford to neglect such guests.


    "Yes, you didn’t mishear." Julius Reed smiled politely, ncing around.


    He needed someone to assist him.


    "Sorry to interrupt everyone." Julius Reed stood up, and the once noisy hotel instantly quieted down.


    Everyone turned their heads, looking at Julius Reed.


    "Today’s bill for the whole venue is covered by our third brother!" Julius Reed pointed at Trent Marsh, smiled, and said, "Everyone, feel free to indulge."


    "Me?" Trent Marsh had no concept of money, nodded, and said, "Alright, Third Brocks everything but has nevercked money."


    He didn’t understand what Julius Reed meant, but evidently, this wasn’t to swindle him out of some cash.


    The cost of a meal was a drop in the ocean.


    He didn’t care for it, and neither would the Lord.


    There must be another purpose.


    Suddenly, Trent Marsh felt like he might be smarter than he thought.


    "Who is this guy?"


    "Has he watched too many short clips or drunk too much?"


    "Probably a lunatic, crazy!"


    Those nearby cursed and muttered.


    They were all ordinary people, not martial artists, naturally, they didn’t have many thoughts.


    After all, the resort was a ce for ordinary people.


    Martial Artists don’t need toe here for fun.


    "Sir, are you serious?" the waiter asked from the side: "Or are you joking?"


    If both sides deny it then, it would be troublesome.


    "Haha, isn’t the kid nning to wash dishes?"


    Someone already sneered.


    "What’re you saying?" Trent Marsh couldn’t be bothered to reason with those people and simply took out a gold bar from his pocket, mming it onto the table.


    "Pure gold, weigh how heavy?"


    He then took out several bundles of cash and tossed them on the table. "Is this enough?"


    His actions left many present speechless.


    A genuinely wealthy master.


    "Where’d you get the money?" Julius Reed asked quietly.


    "Roaming around the mortal world, carrying some with me." Trent Marsh was very proud, he carried valuable things on him to escape easily if injured.


    "Oh wow, a real wealthy master, but I’ve got money too! If others found out that I, the richest man of Xinghua County, was treated to dinner, wouldn’t I lose face?"


    A chubby man stood up, patting his chest: "Bro, today’s on me, including your meal."


    "But I’m a wealthy man too." Trent Marshughed, finding it quite amusing.


    He had always dealt with martial artists, meeting meant fighting.


    Opening his mouth meant killing.


    Communicating with ordinary people now, it’s quite the mortal world’s vibrant atmosphere.


    "No way! I must insist on paying!" The chubby man began topete.


    "What if you twopete to see who has more money?" Someone began to hype it up.


    Such scenes were everyone’s favorite.


    Upstairs.


    Dragon Dance was sitting cross-legged, attempting to feel the changes around her.


    The noise downstairs naturally caught her attention.


    "What’s happening?"


    She opened her eyes, looking at the maid in front of her.


    "Master, two guests downstairs are arguing over treating, seemingly arguing who’s wealthier?" The maid had just returned from outside, reporting what she heard and saw.


    "Absurd." Dragon Dance frowned slightly, a look of disgust on her face.


    But suddenly, she felt something amiss, why would someone be so idle, treating others?


    This vulgar whim reminded her of someone.


    "What do they look like, how many? Do you know?" Dragon Dance asked again.


    She had a suspicion in her heart.


    "The two new guests appear quite spirited, but one has a sword at his waist..."


    "Sword?" Dragon Dance quickly rose, pushed open the room door, and stood at the stairs looking down.


    Just so, Dragon Dance’s eyes met Julius Reed’s.


    A five-second stalemate.


    Dragon Dance turned around, her face flushed, a bit at a loss.


    He’s here?


    He really came?


    She took out a makeup mirror from her bosom and peeked.


    "What? Call me here and now don’t dare meet me?" Julius Reed’s voice suddenly appeared, startling Dragon Dance.


    Looking at Julius Reed standing in front of her, Dragon Dance gripped the mirror tightly, unable to utter a word.


    She didn’t know what to say or how to express herself.


    "This isn’t the empress behavior." Julius Reed suddenly drew a sword.


    Seeing the sword, Dragon Dance’s body tensed, ready to counterattack at any moment.


    "Don’t be nervous, the knife’s for you." Julius Reed rotated the sword, holding the de, handed the hilt to her: "Here. Didn’t you always want to kill me?"


    "Are you provoking me?" Dragon Dance’s inner anger red instantly, she took the sword, pointing at Julius Reed: "Think I’m reluctant to kill you?"


    "Called me all the way here just to kill me?" Julius Reed chuckled lightly, his right hand darting forward, instantly taking back the sword, while cing the de on Dragon Dance’s neck, "But I genuinely dare to kill you. In Gonzalez City, you betrayed me."


    "Then kill." Dragon Dance lifted her head,pletely fearless.


    "Before killing you, you still owe me stories about Silvio Reed. I’m here to hear your tale." Julius Reed retracted the dagger, sping his hands behind, gazing into her eyes.


    "Someone wants to kill me." Dragon Dance smiled warmly, her demeanor flipped instantly.


    The previous hostility vanished, leaving a few charming hints.


    Just like when they first met.


    "I know, they’re nearby." Julius Reed nodded.


    "You know?" Dragon Dance was slightly surprised.


    Those guys were hidden well, she wasn’t sure if anyone followed her.


    But Julius Reed, just arriving, confidently asserted that indeed someone did.


    "Of course, in Gonzalez City, we encountered the same group. But their target was Trent Marsh." Julius Reed spoke easily: "Beforeing here, I dealt with a batch, reducing the trouble significantly."


    "Who are they?" Dragon Dance asked again.


    She intensely wished for the answer.


    "People you can’t see." Julius Reed replied with a smile.