After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 148 - 124: Cockroach Infestation, Exterminating Pests (2 more updates)

Chapter 148: Chapter 124: Cockroach Infestation, Exterminating Pests (2 more updates)

Chloe Stephens was sent back to the villa.

Len Hawthorne took out his mobile phone and called his people.

"Cockroaches are active, send a few exterminators over."

Putting away his phone, he took out a cigarette and put it between his lips, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly turned the steering wheel.

The car made a 180-degree spin on the spot.

On the road.

The car in front discovered the chase and immediately accelerated.

Moving against the flow.

At that speed, it seemed to leap forward, like a racing shadow under the surveillance camera.

The black car behind closely followed the blue car in front.

"Bang!"

Len Hawthorne controlled the car with one hand, took out the lighter with the other hand, and lit the cigarette. However, he thought of something and extinguished it with his fingertip.

The blue car was trapped by the car behind it and could only move by dragging itself along.

"Bang! Bang!"

The guardrail was knocked away.

Len Hawthorne reversed the car a couple of steps. Just as the oncoming car was about to hit it, the car’s body suddenly swayed to the side, sticking to the guardrail in reverse.

Again, it was a thrilling yet steady turn. The car took off and rushed past the two oncoming vehicles.

People in the passing cars were terrified.

What did they see? That was a flying car.

"Bang!"

The black car landed heavily on the ground. The cigarette in his mouth didn’t move at all. The front of the car was already damaged, but it didn’t hinder him from continuing to chase the blue vehicle.

"Bang!"

This time, there was a crashing sound.

The blue car was forced to stop.

The person sitting in the car suddenly rolled out, and as the car body flipped out, pushed off with one foot and leaped across the other side of the road.

Len Hawthorne drove the car onto the curb, chasing behind.

Those two ran quickly.

After all, they were just flesh and blood, and soon they were knocked away.

The car stopped.

The tall figure in the light cast an elongated shadow.

The two people who were hit wore black robes.

Although they were already drenched, they still didn’t take them off.

Len Hawthorne walked to the two people, looking down at them from above, "Why did the black robes of Western Europe run over here?"

The two black-robed men didn’t speak.

"Even if you don’t say anything, I can guess. It’s for that cultural relic. I heard that the Roland Family lost the blue bottle they just got."

"You..."

"It seems you don’t know who I am. But it doesn’t matter, didn’t Dave Roland tell you to be careful when walking around in Herta Kingdom?"

"How do you know we were sent by the Roland Family? It could be other families."

There were quite a few ancient families in Western Europe.

Len Hawthorne, listening to him speaking fluent Hertan, laughed, "Your intentions are too obvious, and it’s hard for me not to suspect anyone else. What the Roland family lost was suspected by our family in Herta."

It was not just a suspicion; it was indeed stolen by someone from Herta.

It was just that the people of the Roland family didn’t know who had stolen it.

So they sent these people in to investigate, but they encountered Len Hawthorne right after they came in.

It was just their bad luck.

"Isn’t it because your people from Herta Kingdom stole it?"

"Why can’t we take something that belongs to us?" Len Hawthorne stepped on one of them, "Did I invite you, or did you follow me on your own? Besides, let you taste the sea water."

Len Hawthorne was thinking about whether to rebuild a prison cell since there were so many people being held captive that it would be overcrowded sooner or later.

"We didn’t do anything, on what grounds can you detain us? We are just tourists here."

The other party was angry.

Len Hawthorne didn’t even bother replying.

In the sky.

A few special helicopters arrived.

The speed was very fast.

In less than half an hour, they reached the top of a mountain county.

The police had just surrounded the area when the ropes dropped from above bewildered them.

Those people wore camouflage and slid down the ropes that were dropped.

Immediately, they arrested the two unidentified black-robed men, who were about to resist but were quickly gagged and bound by the speedy camouflaged men. The ropes were attached to them and they were roughly pulled up into the helicopter.

Not a single sound was made from beginning to end.

Within a few minutes, the place was clean.

Soon after.

A large helicopter arrived carrying a Porsche in front of Len Hawthorne.

Then, they arrogantly drove away in front of the onlooking police car.

Subsequently.

Someone specially came to negotiate with the police.

Seeing that someone had stepped in to handle the accident, the police didn’t interfere further.

They promptly turned around and left.

The whole process took no more than half an hour.

*

Villa No.13.

Yvette Foster sent Wilbert Foster away and went to work for most of the day, not bothering about Chloe.

She assumed that she was at home.

But she went out.

Yvette was worried and even sent a message, but there was always a sense of unease since she hadn’t seen Chloe.

"Chloe, where have you been all day?"

"Picking mushrooms in the mountains."

"..."

"Anything wrong?"

"No," Yvette wanted to chat with her daughter, but she thought it might affect the child.

At the mountain county.

She didn’t have anyone to talk to.

And there were many things she couldn’t say to Chloe, so she had to bear it in her heart.

But Chloe sat down.

"What’s the matter?"

"Mom is fine, Chloe."

"You can talk to me."

"When is Chloe planning to return to the Stephens Family?" Yvette asked instead.

"Are you eager to return to the Stephens Family?"

"No."

Yvette actually hoped that Chloe wouldn’t go back.

"Before the new school year."

Yvette said, "Then go to River East Village more in these days, you can stay with your grandfather for a few days. Your grandfather has traveled to many places for you."

In this home.

It was Fred Foster who took care of them the most.

Because of his son and grandson, Fred was often caught in the middle of a difficult situation.

Yvette felt guilty about the situation the Foster family was in.

"I understand, I’m going upstairs."

"Go ahead, but don’t play on the computer too long."

*

Lynch Family in Sheffield City.

For safety reasons, Liam Lynch had the family elder to check on Albert Webb’s condition.

Who knew that as soon as the elder saw Albert Webb, he smiled and said, "Liam, Albert is fine. An expert has sealed off two doses for him. As long as these two items are sealed, there are many ways to solve the problem. I guess that expert has already started dealing with it."

Liam Lynch was stunned, and looked at Emily Lynch.

Although their Lynch family specialized in medicinal materials, their medical skills were also good.

But they did not have such sophisticated medical skills to handle Albert’s emergency situation.

"Elder, even you can tell at a glance that it is the work of an expert, can you guess the age of this expert?"

The elder looked at Emily, pondered for a moment, and said, "It is impossible for someone to achieve this level of skill without decades of practice."

Emily and Liam exchanged glances, their expressions complicated.

The elder said, "What, did I get it wrong?"

"Elder, you really misjudged this time." Emily frowned slightly.

So, why did the Stephens Family abandon such a genius?

It was unreasonable.

And incomprehensible.

Old Lynch came in with a bottle, "Hurry up, give it to Albert. The good thing the little girl got through fire and risk...""

Everyone: "..."

Sir, you’re using the wrong words.

The elder did not notice the phrase "little girl." He hurried over as soon as he heard Old Lynch say it was a lifesaving item, and almost slapped his thigh, his eyes wide, "What a good thing! It’s a real treasure! This has long been extinct. Where did you find this treasure!"

Old Lynch thought the elder’s ears needed treatment, and brushed him off disdainfully, "Don’t get in the way."

The elder wasn’t angry and still approached with a grin, "Little Lynch, no, Big Lynch... can you let me have a look at what’s in your hands?"

Old Lynch opened the bottle and poured it directly into Albert’s mouth.

"Oh dear, it went in. Sorry, come earlier next time."

Elder: "..."