After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 177 - 153: Don’t Put Me in the Good People’s Team (3 more updates)

Chapter 177: Chapter 153: Don’t Put Me in the Good People’s Team (3 more updates)

That night, Ethan Coates escorted Bryson Taylor to Sheffield City.

It took some time to get him out of that place and avoid so many watchers during the journey.

Entering the main hall.

Seeing Chloe Stephens playing with her mobile phone, Ethan doubted his own vision.

"Why is Little Chloe, with you, Young Master Hawthorne?"

Too outrageous.

It’s not enough that things happening outside, now they’re blatantly bringing it into the house.

"What kind of look is that?"

"The look of a monster."

Len Hawthorne chuckled twice, not knowing who is a better driver, than little Chloe.

Chloe exited from Weibo and looked up with a faint tone, "The celebrity matter is not settled."

"Big brother is fishing."

"Fishing for too long," Chloe stood up, "You guys go deal with the important stuff."

"I’ll take you," Len put away the lighter and picked up the girl’s schoolbag to leave.

Ethan Coates touched his scar and nudged the team member next to him with his elbow, "What happened while I was away?"

The team member turned and walked away, "I don’t know, I don’t know anything."

Ethan Coates: "..."

*

"Little Chloe, don’t worry too much about the Taylor family."

"Not worried."

"Why did that thing try to find you, big brother has already found some clues." Len Hawthorne hung the schoolbag over her shoulder for her, "They can sniff out a scent, locate the target, and then consume it for their own use."

As for what the smell was, he couldn’t say.

He speculated that Chloe might have spent too much time in the Divinity Temple at Foster’s home, so the beasts mistook her for an ancient martial artist.

Len suddenly asked, "Why were you in the woods that night?"

Referring to the night they first caught the monster.

"Taking a walk."

"..."

Len smiled charmingly, lifting a strand of her hair, "Big brother will take you back to the Stephens family."

Chloe refused his kindness, "You still have important things to do."

*

That night.

Stephens Building 10.

Freya Leonard’s eyes were dark as she threw her mobile phone on the sofa.

Kelly Stephens frowned and walked downstairs, "Mother, was the banquet not successful?"

"This Yvette Foster dares to pretend in front of me, I will tear off her true face sooner or later."

"Mother, what happened?"

Freya Leonard recounted the events at the banquet, her expression even colder, "I didn’t expect that after being away for more than two years, Yvette Foster would learn this game. But what does it matter? Her daughter’s position is still taken by your brother. In the future, Building 3 will also belong to our home, and their mother and daughter should never think of living until that time!"

Kelly scoffed, "Mother, you are too serious. There’s no need to waste effort on dealing with this mother and daughter."

Crushing them would be easy, a single finger would be enough.

"I made an unnecessary move by inviting her to the party to embarrass her."

She didn’t expect to be the one to end up embarrassed.

The medicine wouldn’t kill someone, but it would drive them mad and humiliate them in front of everyone.

"Just take her out and quietly take action, so that Yvette Foster will never return. This method is the best way to solve the problem permanently, Mother, what are you still hesitating about? If you can’t take action, I’ll solve this brain-dead problem first."

Freya Leonard hesitated for a moment and said, "Let’s discuss this later. Your brother is now with them, and Adam Stephens is very protective. If he discovers that we’re acting against the mother and daughter, he’ll definitely make things difficult for your brother."

Kelly coldly said, "That’s why I’m in such a hurry to deal with this brain-dead."

Thinking of her son, Freya Leonard still felt it was better to be more cautious.

Taking direct action would leave traces more easily.

*

Building 3.

Adam Stephens didn’t come back, and there were only three of them at home.

Rowan Stephens didn’t even stay in the living room with the mother and daughter when he returned.

"Was it unsuccessful today?"

"It was successful enough."

Yvette Foster didn’t want to tell Chloe about the despicable plot at the banquet.

Chloe nodded and turned around to go upstairs.

"Your Grandfather called again today, worried that you’re not used to Sheffield City."

"I’ll go back to River East Village on Saturday."

Yvette Foster stood up abruptly, "I’ll go with you."

Chloe nodded.

Upon reaching the second floor, Chloe glanced to the right and saw Rowan standing there, looking at her coldly.

Rowan was thinking about what happened in the morning.

Oddly, he had no memory of that time.

He woke up outside, the situation was quite strange.

He felt like he was being watched by someone.

He suspected that it might be someone secretly arranged by Adam Stephens.

However, he had no evidence.

Don’t think that arranging someone around him could scare him; no matter what they did, it wouldn’t change his current position.

*

In the room.

The black cat lifted its eyelids and meowed once.

Chloe sat down, hesitated for a moment, "The "Thirteen Needles" was written by later generations, and there are several retrograde needles in it. Those who are pricked will die from the blood flowingbackwards. Especially for ancient martial artists, once they are pricked, at best their cultivation would be interrupted, at worst they would lose their lives."

"Meow."

It seemed to be saying, aren’t you going to do anything about it?

Chloe said calmly, "There are so many things going on in the world, I can’t manage all of them. Don’t put me in the ranks of good people."

"Meow."

The black cat went back to its original position and lay down.

Chloe sat in the chair and said, "Go there tonight, and don’t let him be too quiet."

The black cat’s eyes brightened, and it stood up quickly, walking swiftly outside. In no time, it disappeared without a trace.

That night, Rowan heard cat cries near his ears again. In his sleep, he couldn’t wake up no matter how hard he tried.

Not until morning, he sat up with a pale face, his bedsheets soaked with sweat.

His complexion was very poor.

His body was still trembling.

*

Bryson Taylor was dragged out for execution for a whole day and night, but still refused to speak.

"Damn," Ethan Coates drank a bottle of water, "Young Master Hawthorne, Bryson Taylor is really tough, not uttering a single word."

"Three more hours."

"Huh?"

"Only give him three hours," Len Hawthorne squinted his eyes, "Three hours later, use that thing on him."

"Use such a precious thing on him?" Ethan Coates felt it was somewhat wasteful.

"There will be better ones in the future, wasting one dose doesn’t matter."

It was different from ordinary drugs because it targeted ancient martial artists, making it especially precious in research.

Using it on Bryson Taylor was indeed a waste.

*

There wasn’t a single intact part on Bryson Taylor’s body.

Even his face was covered with dense marks from torture.

Ethan Coates dragged a chair in front of him and waved his hand, "Give him the drug."

Bryson Taylor stared and forced himself to raise his head, "What are you doing?"

"Of course, we want you to talk obediently."

Ancient martial artists had strong willpower, so it was very difficult to interrogate them.

So in most cases, they would be directly crippled.

Bryson Taylor was only alive until now because he was tied to those beasts.

"There’s no drug in the world that could restrain ancient martial artists..."

"Don’t think that in this world, only the Eight Absolutes Medical Sect exist."

Ethan Coates sneered.

Bryson Taylor was injected with some kind of drug, and he immediately felt something strange inside his body.

Then, his consciousness gradually went beyond his control.

What happened?

Had the Slaughter Squad already researched such things? Even the Taylor Family’s drugs couldn’t resist it!

Bryson Taylor had a good constitution and often took some counteracting drugs, so he still had some resistance to the drug.

Ethan Coates frowned slightly, this guy was really tough to deal with.

"Tell me, is the Taylor Family behind this?" Ethan Coates asked in a deep voice.

Bryson Taylor immediately bit off his own tongue, and Ethan Coates tried to dislocate the man’s jaw, but it was already too late.

"Damn, that’s ruthless."

Bryson Taylor’s mouth was full of blood, and he let out a low laugh.

Len Hawthorne stood by the door, watching this scene clearly.

"Young Master Hawthorne, this old fellow is ruthless towards himself. What do we do now? Continue?"

"Assemble the team, head to the Taylor Family."

Ethan Coates’s expression became stern, and he immediately went to make arrangements.