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Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 380: About to Begin
Chapter 380: Chapter 380: About to Begin
Behind the blonde woman, there were more than a dozen burly men in black suits, wearing black gloves like manor guards.
Clearly, the blonde man’s identity was quite extraordinary.
Tension!
At that moment, the manor’s iron gates suddenly opened, and a little girl with a ponytail walked out.
When the blonde man saw this, he immediately stood up with a smile and asked, "Angel, Miss Kristen, she today..."
"Miss Kristen said she’s feeling unwell today, so she invites Master Sean to return!"
The blonde man had just spoken when the ponytailed girl, Anji, responded immediately.
Upon hearing this, Sean’s smile froze slightly, but he didn’t lose his temper. Instead, he handed the flowers to Angel and smiled. "Miss Kristen, this truly isn’t amusing since she’s unwell. Please, Miss Angel, deliver these mandrake roses to Miss Kristen as condolences!"
"Understood! Master Sean, please take your leave!"
Angel took the flowers, nodded slightly at Sean, and then walked into the manor.
As Angel went inside, Sean’s expression turned cold. He looked down at one of his men and asked, "You said you saw the driver just went into the garage?"
"Yes, Master! Before you arrived, I saw the driver heading to the garage. Miss Kristen went out, so I informed you to come!" the man replied respectfully.
"Haha, the driver goes to the garage planning to leave! But the young master arrives, and suddenly she’s ill again? Haha, this is truly amusing!"
Sean’s eyes flashed with icy malice as he turned and boarded his train.
The manor’s villa had two stories.
A truly beautiful woman was now sitting at a makeup table, dressing up.
Anji, who had just met Sean at the gate, was sitting nearby. She tossed Sean’s flowers into the trash can and said, "How many days has it been? Sean is truly persistent."
"He’s not just persistent but loyal to his father, Anthony."
The beautiful woman smiled faintly and said, "Anthony, as the deacon of the Russian Black Society, has always been a Leader here. How could he allow anyone to step onto the ground he has managed for years?"
"So he sent his son to pursue the eldest lady, a newly appointed Leader. If he succeeds, the eldest lady becomes his puppet, and he remains the true ruler here. But if he achieves this, doesn’t he realize? If he fails? Couldn’t he think of that? Angel asked curiously.
"He doesn’t need to think about it. If Sean fails, there’s only one path for him. He’ll die alongside her!" The beautiful woman spoke plainly. But Angel immediately burst into laughter and said, "Sister, stop joking. He’ll only die. You’re the head of the Prayer Bead Group, and even the entire Russian Black Society. Anthony doesn’t stand a chance!"
Indeed, this beautiful woman was the leader of China’s Dragon Clan.
Currently, she holds the position of the new Leader of Russia’s Black Society—Kristen.
After hearing Angel’s words, Feijuan merely smiled faintly.
As the Legendary Peak of Dragon Scale, Dragon Howl, and Dragon Whistle, the local snake Anthony didn’t truly matter in her eyes.
So she simply gazed at Angel and continued with her makeup.
Angel observed this and couldn’t help but grumble, "I say, sister! Let’s not talk about Anthony and Sean. But are you really planning this? Isn’t it just a Lieutenant? Aren’t we afraid of the Dragon Group? Getting up at four in the morning just to wait for him?"
But Long Juan remained composed, her expression unwavering. Finally, she said slowly, "First of all, he’s not an ordinary Lieutenant but Admiral, the most powerful martial spirit of China. Second, haven’t I repeatedly told you not to refer to me as the eldest lady here!"
"Yes! Miss Kristen!"
Angel unwillingly nodded and continued, "We’ve never met him in person. Whether this news is true, nobody knows. The strongest martial god I’ve seen isn’t necessarily real!"
"Whether it’s true or not, since this was Dragon Xiao’s notification, it must see to its conclusion!" Long Juan replied while skillfully dressing herself.
"See until the end!"
Angel asked curiously, "What if he isn’t as strong as the rumors suggest?"
"Drive him away! His destination is the Devil Palace. But as the top force of the nation’s Underworld, the Devil Palace isn’t so easy to deal with. Without strength, going there equals death. And it would implicate us, exposing our overseas identities that we’ve worked so hard to maintain, rendering them worthless!" Long Juan explained while changing her outfit.
"What if he’s as strong as the rumors suggest?" Angel asked again.
Long Jun dressed herself in a striking red outfit, overwhelmingly alluring. Lifting her golden hair with a single hand, she bit her lip and said, "Then, I’ll marry him!"
Ahchoo!
Far away, Yang Tian, who was walking on his blade, suddenly sneezed without knowing why.
He slowed down slightly.
"Was that a royal blade or the cold wind?"
Yang Tian felt a bit annoyed, then dismissed the thought as nonsense. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Since setting foot on the path of demon cultivation, every power Yang Tian has gained has been a purification of his muscles and veins. Now, in his initial stage, even extreme heat or cold doesn’t bother him.
Not to mention this gentle breeze; even in the frigid North Pole or South Pole, Yang Tian wouldn’t feel the slightest cold.
But these thoughts merely passed through Yang’s mind and were quickly thrown aside.
Because moments later, the outline of Blah City became visible to Yang Tian as he approached with his blade.
"Is this it?"
As he reached the edge of Flame City, Yang Tian began to slow down, controlling his sword to land gradually.
In Bradley City, vengeance for the Devil Palace was about to commence.
The southern part of Bradley City, at a coffee shop.
Yang Tian, with his Imperial Blade, walked in slowly, ordered coffee, and patiently waited.
People around him didn’t react to Yang Tian’s presence.
After all, in a city adjacent to China, there were plenty of Chinese people mixed in.
No one would guess that this seemingly ordinary overseas student, sitting calmly in the café, could be a contemporary legend capable of troubling any nation’s capital.
No one knew how much time passed.
The chiming of the café’s entrance suddenly resonated, and a few people raised their heads.
But immediately, they froze, stunned.
Not because of anything else, but two women slowly walked in.
One of the women appeared to be in her early twenties, dressed casually, exuding intense youthful vibrancy that compelled others to examine her further.
But this wasn’t why people lost their composure. It was the woman next to her who captivated the attention, even causing them to overlook the young girl.
Because in front of her stood a blonde woman in a red dress, tall and curvaceous.
Though the woman wore a simple pink frame, she resembled a finely crafted rose, blooming suddenly in front of everyone, her willow-leaf-shaped eyes smiling enticingly beneath her brows without looking directly at anyone—a true enchantress!
This was Long Juan!
The woman behind her was Angela!
The two had arrived at Bradley City for the first time, and Yang Tian had received the signal, rushing to join them.
However, since the Dragon Group’s signal was transmitted like Long Shao’s whistle—sent via telegraph.
Yang Tian didn’t know what Long Juan looked like or what she was wearing, nor did she know what Yang Tian looked like.
But with just one glance inside the café, Long Juan’s gaze landed directly on Yang Tian.
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