After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 100 - 081: His Home Court (3rd update)

Chapter 100: Chapter 081: His Home Court (3rd update)

"Who is the real ruler of the Land of the Prophet now?"

Mallory Shelley had no idea about the internal affairs of the Land of the Prophet, as he was just a low-level errand boy.

"Master, I am not clear about this matter, but the Pope who appears to rule the Land of the Prophet is Gabriel II."

This information could be easily found by Chloe Stephens with a simple search.

"It seems that Saint Yellen has not revealed himself."

Mallory Shelley couldn’t help but feel surprised and puzzled, "Saint Yellen had died more than two centuries ago. Master, he was the first Pope... "

"I know," Chloe Stephens saw that she couldn’t get any more information from him and waved her hand, "You are of no use to me."

Mallory Shelley’s face was full of terror, "Master, I have many uses. Please give me your orders. As long as you order me, I will definitely do as you say."

"Keep an eye on the movements in the West."

"...Yes."

Chloe Stephens threw him a human skin mask and some medicine, "These are the items you need. Learn the Herta Kingdom language well."

"Yes, I will definitely do as you wish."

Mallory Shelley humbly agreed, only in this way could he save his life.

He should have never come on this trip to the Herta Kingdom.

Chloe Stephens walked out of the rental house, stood under the scorching sun, squinted her eyes, and looked up at the sky.

"Cousin."

Hans Foster approached with a basketball from the court’s direction.

Due to intense exercise, he gasped for breath incessantly while wiping sweat with his shirt.

The youngster’s body was straight and taller than his peers.

The sunlight gave him a somewhat handsome appearance.

Chloe Stephens suddenly thought.

She could modify him a bit.

Hans Foster’s hand was suddenly grabbed.

It was icy cold.

Chloe Stephens’ body temperature was lower than normal, and even in the heat of summer, she could radiate such a chill. If she wasn’t clearly alive, he would have doubted if she was a resurrected corpse.

"Your foundation is not bad; you can learn."

Hans Foster: "..."

Chloe Stephens withdrew her hand: "I will prepare a list of martial arts cultivation techniques for you later."

Hans Foster: "..."

Aunt, your daughter is acting strange!

*

At a certain Bureau.

It had been an hour and a half.

Nathan Taylor had been holding his patience, but finally slammed his hand on the table and got up.

"I won’t wait any longer. If you want to wait, do it yourselves. That kid doesn’t have any intention to negotiate."

Emily Lynch and Peter Stephens didn’t bother responding to him.

Let him grumble if he wants.

At that moment.

Outside, there was the sound of a car engine being turned off.

A group of people in camouflage were escorting someone inside.

The people in the bureau immediately went out to welcome them and respectfully led them into the conference room.

This was a place that Len Hawthorne had temporarily borrowed from the bureau.

"Everyone’s here, Captain Hawthorne. They’re in that room."

The bureau chief pointed at the tightly closed gate with a grin.

Len Hawthorne raised his hand, "You’re not needed here. It’s a confidential matter, not something you can listen to."

The bureau chief agreed, and immediately led his people out of the room.

As the gate was pushed open.

Len Hawthorne walked in, the large entourage making his presence overwhelming, like the pressure of Mount Tai, making it hard for people to breathe.

Those seated here were all practitioners of ancient martial arts from the large families. They were a step behind, brows furrowed, as they faced this young man who was sporting a charming smile.

Especially Nathan Taylor, who had been waiting for over an hour.

He was already angry, and when Len Hawthorne entered and stood in front of them, smiling wickedly, it only added fuel to the fire.

"What does your Slaughter Squad want to do?"

He asked angrily.

Len Hawthorne curled his lips, both hands on the conference table, "The Taylor family doesn’t know why? It seems the two yellow cards I gave were in vain."

Nathan Taylor’s face turned ugly.

His family had received two yellow cards for reasons unknown and was temporarily forbidden from entering Songshan County.

Now with both members of the Stephens and Lynch families sitting here, Len’s words would inevitably provoke ridicule.

Nathan Taylor was furious.

Emily Lynch sneered, "Even after receiving two yellow cards in a row, the Taylor family is still so arrogant."

"Emily Lynch, don’t you think..."

"Director Taylor," Len Hawthorne spoke softly, tapping the table to signal him not to speak too loudly and disrupt the negotiation.

Nathan Taylor’s face turned livid, and he fell silent.

Peter Stephens spoke: "Captain Hawthorne, our main purpose for coming this time is for the people of the Stephens family."

"Both the people of the Taylor and the Stephens family are indeed in my hands, as they have violated our previous agreement. Didn’t the people from the Stephens family who returned earlier explain it clearly? First, a fine; second, imprisonment – there’s no room for negotiation."

"This time we also choose to compensate," Peter Stephens said.

Len Hawthorne extended his slender fingers, waving them, "No room for negotiation. It seems Mr. Stephens didn’t hear clearly."

Peter Stephens’s face stiffened.

Feeling Nathan’s irritated gaze, he still suppressed it.

He couldn’t let this youngster suppress him.

"Captain Hawthorne, we are not only here to negotiate this time, but there is also a matter we need to discuss together."

As the only lady present, when Emily Lynch spoke, Len Hawthorne would naturally give her some face.

He raised his hand, signaling her to continue.

Nathan Taylor’s face turned even more unsightly.

"Since Captain Hawthorne is the captain of the Slaughter Squad, he should be aware of the recent appearance of western witchcraft in Songshan County," Emily said.

"Oh?" Len Hawthorne narrowed his eyes slightly: "So western witchcraft has appeared in Songshan County, also targeting the Divinity Temple?"

"Divinity Temple?"

Now it was Emily Lynch’s turn to be surprised.

She didn’t know about this.

She turned her head to look at Nathan Taylor and Peter Stephens.

Wanting to ask what was going on, she changed her mind and held her tongue, knowing that even if she asked, she wouldn’t get an answer.

From Emily’s reaction, Len Hawthorne understood.

"It seems that your families’ cooperation has hidden secrets. You should be looking for people from the West about the emergence of western witchcraft, not running around on someone else’s turf."

Len Hawthorne’s eyebrows and eyes turned cold.

"Captain Hawthorne should be more aware of what the appearance of western witchcraft means than we are," Peter Stephens tried to muddle through.

Len Hawthorne didn’t say anything, just nodded his head.

Nathan Taylor said coldly, "We are here to negotiate the release of our people, not to talk about the Divinity Temple or western witchcraft."

They would talk about those things later.

The appearance of western witchcraft had nothing to do with the Taylor family.

Nathan Taylor still remembered the stock incident from last time, which was orchestrated by Len Hawthorne.

Due to Len’s infamous reputation, he didn’t dare to provoke him too much.

But he still had to discuss the necessary conditions.

Otherwise, his ability to handle matters would be questioned by his family.

Emily Lynch, on the other hand, didn’t care about the survival of the two families. She was more worried that the situation would be disrupted by those westerners.

Letting them into Songshan County to investigate the existence of western witchcraft was not to let them come in and search for the Divinity Temple.

Once she pondered over the rumored Divinity Temple, she understood that none of the large families had given up on it.

"There’s not much to discuss. I’ll announce the result directly. Both families will be heavily fined and imprisoned for three years, and then released back to their families."

As soon as these words fell, Nathan Taylor was the first to slam the table in anger.

His face distorted in rage, "Young man from the Hawthorne family, you’re playing with us."

Len Hawthorne looked at the furious Nathan Taylor and laughed, "So what if I am? Weren’t you prepared to seize people when you arrived, Director Taylor? Those deployed outside should be having tea elsewhere now."

Nathan Taylor’s face turned green with shock and anger, "When did you find out?"

"If I can’t control even a small Songshan County, I should have been replaced long ago. We can handle the matter of western witchcraft ourselves. Sheffield’s families should stay in their place. If they enter Songshan County again, one will be caught at sight. Next time, a black card will enter their home."

This negotiation was his home turf.

He could handle it however he wanted.

Nathan Taylor and Peter Stephens’ faces turned black at the same time, realizing that the youngster was just playing with them.