After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 299 - 272: What kind of stuff is worthy of Little Chloe? (3 more)

Chapter 299: Chapter 272: What kind of stuff is worthy of Little Chloe? (3 more)

Imperial Capital.

Len Hawthorne, who just left a certain family’s home, received a phone call from Sheffield City.

The young man from Dark City was standing in a room, reporting one by one to the people in Imperial Capital.

Len Hawthorne’s interest was piqued, "Did you find out who came to buy the information?"

"It was Filbert Fisher."

"Filbert Fisher."

Len Hawthorne lightly chewed on these three words.

He recalled now.

This guy was once Little Chloe’s ex-fiancé.

Such a man being worthy of Little Chloe?

"Do you need me to do anything here?"

"Keep an eye on every move in Dark City."

"Yes!"

*

"Len"

The middle-aged woman who followed behind him called him to stop.

"What’s the matter, Aunt Josh?"

The woman referred to as Aunt Josh spoke solemnly, "You just returned home and already stirred up such trouble, it’s not good. Have you thought about how your Granny in the Hawthorne family would face this?"

Len Hawthorne smiled at the woman in front of him, "Are you using Granny to threaten me, Aunt Josh?"

"Aunt Josh just wants you to apologize to others, nothing more," the woman stared intently at Len Hawthorne, her tone somewhat rigid.

With a slight squint in his eyes and a smile, Len Hawthorne put the cigarette to his lips, "Aunt Josh, you set up this scene to make me offend the other party, didn’t you? You don’t need to pretend, we all understand each other, why bother making it so hard on yourself?"

The woman composed herself, "Len, I know because of your parents’ incident, your personality has somewhat twisted, but don’t forget, you have so many relatives. Enough now, Aunt Josh won’t force you anymore. When are you leaving Imperial Capital? I’ll have your Uncle Josh see you off."

"I’ll leave after hitting the Hawthorne family once, Aunt Josh doesn’t have to inquire on their behalf," Len Hawthorne left this remark and got into the car with a smile.

Watching Len Hawthorne drive away, the woman’s gaze was somewhat cold.

*

Before nightfall.

As soon as Len Hawthorne’s car crossed the checkpoint and drove a bit further, a man stopped it.

Seeing the man standing in front of him, Len Hawthorne parked the car to the side and got out.

Tall and handsome with a mischievous look in his eyes.

He smirked at the man blocking the way.

This man was the same middle-aged man that Chloe Stephens had stopped at Mountain County.

The middle-aged man stared coldly at Len Hawthorne. He stepped forward and said, "Fifth Young Master, the head of the family wants you to arrange some positions in the Slaughter Squad for the Hawthorne side."

"So, when gentle persuasion failed, you resort to force?"

The middle-aged man said, "Sorry, we have to inconvenience Fifth Young Master a bit."

Len Hawthorne took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it up and flicked it as he squinted slightly.

"Pft!"

As the cigarette was flicked, a big fire suddenly rose out of nowhere.

The people on the other side took action too.

Several shadows pounced.

The speed was very fast.

Len Hawthorne gathered his strength in his hand and used a physical strike toward their faces.

They evaded this attack.

They split and surrounded Len Hawthorne quickly from four different directions.

These people were commensurate with the older generation of ancient martial artists from Sheffield City.

Hard to suppress for a while.

"Boom!"

In a contest between strong individuals, it all comes down to who has the most profound inner power.

Compressing the air.

Movements and figures in the void moving at speeds that the naked eye can’t catch.

The passing cars only heard a collapse at the mountain side nearby.

Thunder cracked from the sky.

The dark clouds of the night were churning.

The rain began to fall.

Len Hawthorne pierced through the body of the middle-aged man with an iron rod in his hand.

And nailed him to a tree trunk.

The other martial artists fared even worst, their cultivation was destroyed.

This was even more brutal than killing the other party.

Len Hawthorne stood in the rain, watching the middle-aged man pull out a long iron rod, he took out a cigarette and placed it on his lips, squinting slightly: "Go tell the old man, do not target Granny, otherwise, the Slaughter Squad will flatten the entire Hawthorne family."

"As the captain of the Slaughter Squad, why help the outsider?"

"Are you considering the Hawthorne Family as one’s own?" Len Hawthorne looked at him cynically.

The middle-aged man, covered in blood, stood at the half slope, watching the car drive off into the rainy highway, he clenched his teeth, turned around and walked down the hill. As for these disabled martial artists, he wouldn’t bother, the Hawthornes didn’t need any waste.