<strong>Capítulo 2413: Chapter 2413: Sweet Dreams</strong>


    On the snowfield.


    ck Dragon, dressed in luxurious clothes, sat on a chair.


    The chair was ced on thick snow.


    Surrounding him stood dozens of martial artists.


    In front of him was arge table.


    A fire was beneath the table.


    A hotpot was above it.


    In the boiling water, there was a variety of meats, vegetables, and chili peppers that would make an ordinary person’s scalp tingle.


    Beside him was a pot of wine.


    ck Dragon had been waiting here for half an hour.


    Finally, a figure appeared in his line of sight.


    This was the person they had been waiting for.


    ck Dragon acted as if he hadn’t noticed, continuing to drink and eat.


    The martial artists behind him were on high alert, their eyes fixed ahead.


    A few minutester, the solitary figure in the snow was less than five hundred meters away from them.


    “So, it’s Swordsman Piran Wilson?” ck Dragon chuckled softly, raised his ss, and drank a sip.


    The approaching person did not respond, continuing to draw nearer.


    Those surrounding ck Dragon were ready to draw their swords, but ck Dragon waved them off, saying: “Step back ten meters. Without my order, no one is toe forward.”


    After saying this, he pointed to the seat across from him: “Come, set up a chair for him to sit opposite me.”


    Someone immediately moved a chair over.


    ck Dragon nodded in satisfaction.


    “Brother Wilson, you’ve traveled a long way. I prepared some wine and food especially for you. Are you satisfied?”


    He had put a lot of effort into this duel.


    Wanting to set up a disy, yet not appear too vulgar.


    The most important thing was to elevate his own stature.


    Nothing could match the thrill of a sword debate in the snow, making it a tale enshrined in legends.


    The man approached closer and closer.


    Finally, when they were five meters apart, he stopped.


    “Brother Wilson,e join me…” ck Dragon raised his ss, but before he could finish, the swordsman suddenly knelt on the ground.


    “Hmm?” ck Dragon immediately sensed something was off.


    Would Piran Wilson kneel before him?


    Apetent swordsman, even if defecting, would preserve his dignity.


    Kneeling, what does this mean?


    “Who are you?”


    ck Dragon stood up and took a step forward.


    “Lord Long, I am a steward from the Caldwell Family. The Grand Steward sent me to deliver a letter to you.”


    The man raised his head, revealing himself to be just an ordinary martial artist.


    No imposing aura, his face not masked at all.


    For such an ordinary martial artist, he wasted so much effort?


    ck Dragon was furious!


    “What’s going on? Wasn’t Piran Wilson supposed toe?” He tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter inside.


    It contained only four words.


    ‘Cold weather, return soon.’


    “You…”


    ck Dragon pped down, directly killing the steward.


    “What’s going on?” People nearby crowded around, asking curiously.


    “Isn’t this Piran? How could you kill him with one p?”


    Everyone gathered, looking at the corpse, momentarily at a loss.


    “Complete nonsense, it’s not Piran Wilson!” ck Dragon furiously overturned the table, cursing: “This is trash! Garbage! We’ve been yed!”


    “How can this be? The intelligence from our Dragon n is always urate, how could there be a mistake?”


    Someone questioned.


    Novelnice.


    “urate? urate my foot. I bet Ken is being pinned down somewhere miserable, with no clue where he’s gone.” ck Dragon took a deep breath, unable to quell the anger in his heart.


    “Phone.” He reached out, and someone handed him a phone.


    “Empress, is there anything unexpected on Ken’s side?” ck Dragon’s voice was low: “Over here, we’ve run into a situation. Those people were not Piran Wilson!”


    “Really?” Dragon Dance’s voice held anger, “A bunch of failures! Swore up and down there’d be no issues? Ken’s gone missing, and things are looking grim. Hurry back.”


    “Understood.” ck Dragon hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and shook his head, saying: “I thought Boulevard Mountain would be our easiest stop, but who knew there’d be a hidden master there?”


    “So what now…”


    Someone asked in a low voice.


    “Return, and await the Empress’s orders.” ck Dragon breathed out a plume of hot air: “Hope nothing goes wrong with Ken.”


    Inside the mansion’s grand hall.


    Dragon Dance angrily smashed a pile of objects.


    “Failures! The intelligence department is our lifeline, and now they’ve handed our lives over to the enemy!”


    Recalling the numerous errors in intelligence, costing troops repeatedly, Dragon Dance was filled with rage.


    Once, she thought the intelligence department was worthless, that absolute power made everything else mere illusions.


    But now, being taught this lesson repeatedly, she realized that regardless of the opponent, intelligence must be controlled.


    “If Ken Dragon were alive, I’d y this waste of a person alive! Fool!”


    Dragon Dance punched the ss.


    Suddenly, a dragon’s roar echoed.


    “Go check it out.” Dragon Dance led her people out of the vi to see a dragon crawling in the courtyard.


    On the dragon’s back was a man covered in blood.


    “Cough, cough…”


    The man jumped down from the dragon’s back, staggering.


    “Ken?” Dragon Dance asked tentatively.


    “It’s me…”


    Ken weakly replied, reaching out a hand: “Give me some water.”


    A cup of water was quickly handed to him.


    Ken gulped it down, wiped blood off his face, and cursed: “It was a trap, those people are bastards!”


    “Who?”


    Dragon Dance was feeling terrible, but Ken being alive was a small fortune amid disaster.


    Ken not dying was at least some constion.


    “I’ve decided to reorganize the intelligence department, assemble forces by tomorrow, and kill our way through. Regardless if Boulevard Mountain surrenders or not, kill them all.”


    Dragon Dance spoke coldly.


    “Tomorrow? Not going to investigate?” Ken coughed, mouth full of blood.


    “No investigations, just kill them.” Dragon Dance initially wanted to consolidate the people of Boulevard Mountain as her power.


    But now it seemed impossible.


    The only way was to wipe them out, to safely dig out the Grand Hall of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance from Boulevard Mountain, bringing it back to light.


    “Piran Wilson is so tricky.” Ken rarely spoke a word of acknowledgment.


    After he said this, Dragon Dance gave him a strange look.


    “Pretty strong, and smart too.”


    Ken added.


    “I don’t care who he is!” Dragon Dance radiated killing intent, not realizing her temper was bing more explosive.


    “Alright, then I’ll follow your lead.”


    Ken painfully clutched his chest, the skin already torn, exposing the white bones inside.


    …


    “Heading to Boulevard is a good assignment. Have you heard? The owner of Boulevard Mountain intends to present us with all the manuals from the armory!”


    “Our Land family will dominate the southeast, with so many treasures, wouldn’t it be wonderful?”


    “We have risen, the Land family’s standing tall.”


    The Land family was extremely excited!


    Already imagining the Land family atop the martial arts world.


    But just then, a flying knife came hurtling towards them!


    Swish!


    Blood sttered inside the carriage.