After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 312 - 285: Supporting Me, You Are My Little Ancestor (1 update)

Chapter 312: Chapter 285: Supporting Me, You Are My Little Ancestor (1 update)

"Take them all away."

As soon as the words fell, the Slaughter Squad immediately took action.

Their speed was so fast that Emily Lynch and her people didn’t even have time to react.

People from the Winston Family were also furious.

They thought that anyone could just take their Winston Family members away.

What Slaughter Squad? They could also wipe them out completely.

In fact,

When the Winston family’s poisonous worms were released, the Slaughter Squad used technological countermeasures by blocking the poison with metal objects.

Len Hawthorne saw the Winston family’s tricks and clucked his tongue, "The poisonous worms of the Winston family are indeed powerful, but they cannot penetrate metal objects."

The Winston family people’s faces changed upon hearing this.

The opponent’s unconventional tactics caught them off guard.

The assistance of the poisonous worms became a hindrance, failing to achieve its intended effect, and even somewhat hampering their efforts.

Seeing the swift response of the Slaughter Squad, even the members of the Lynch Family were stunned!

In less than ten minutes, the Winston Family members were completely subdued.

Len Hawthorne took two steps forward and looked down at them: "Ancient martial arts are indeed powerful, but if you don’t keep up with the times, you’ll only degenerate."

The Winston family members could only glare at Len Hawthorne, unable to do anything.

*

After the Winston family members were taken away by the Slaughter Squad, Emily Lynch turned to call Liam Lynch: "Elder brother, the Slaughter Squad has already made its move. You can withdraw on your side now."

Liam Lynch was surprised, "They are involved in this kind of thing too?"

Emily Lynch glanced at the two people talking in front of her and said, "It may be because we don’t have a deep enough understanding of Chloe Stephens."

Liam Lynch: "???"

"Anyway, the Lynch Family people should retreat, otherwise it might arouse everyone’s suspicion."

If the Lynch Family suddenly gathered so many people, there must be some big action planned.

If this mess made people panic, it would not be good at all.

Liam Lynch knew that it was inconvenient for Emily Lynch to say much while she was out doing things, so he didn’t ask any more questions and just hung up the phone.

"How did Chloe and the Winston family get involved?"

"Looking for a Ghost Orchid."

Len Hawthorne was startled and then remembered, "Indeed, the Winston family likes to find some messy herbs."

"Is it alright to just take people away today?" Chloe pointed at the captured Winston family members.

"How does Little Chloe plan to repay me for the risk I took to support her?" The man leaned down and showed a charming and captivating smile.

His three-dimensional facial features softened a bit at this moment.

Chloe glanced at him and took a bottle of medicine pills from her body.

Len Hawthorne opened it and took a sniff. It smelled quite nice.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

"Aphrodisiac."

"???"

"It’s specifically for that aspect, it’s very effective. Just take a small half piece when you try it."

Looking at Chloe, who was seriously talking about these things, Len Hawthorne had some doubts about his life.

He pinched the bottle, gritted his teeth, and said, "So, in Little Chloe’s eyes, I’m that kind of person?"

"Every man has needs, I understand."

"..."

"Don’t be shy, it’s human instinct for reproduction. It’s just that humans are more restrained than wild animals..."

"Little Chloe," Len Hawthorne took a deep breath, feeling that he couldn’t discuss this issue with the little girl anymore, "In the future, don’t talk about this topic again. Wait until you’re an adult."

"Given my age, I’m already your ancestor."

Len Hawthorne looked at Chloe’s serious expression and smiled, "Alright, you’re my ancestor. Little ancestor, shall we go for a midnight snack now?"

His hand unconsciously curled up in her naturally fragrant hair.

Chloe’s eyes flickered slightly, "I want fried rice."

"Are you not afraid of getting acne from eating fried rice late at night?"

"Acne wouldn’t dare to grow on my face."

Len Hawthorne rubbed her head, and his mood was successfully uplifted by her words.

*

Emily Lynch watched the two leave while talking and laughing, feeling all sorts of emotions.

It was clear to her that the way these two got along was a bit overly intimate.

Especially that man’s actions towards the girl, affectionate with a sense of indulgence.

There’s a moment, with a strange feeling.

This odd sensation, from her perspective as an onlooker, is extremely comfortable!

*

Morning.

Assistant Javier Hudson waited for Juan Fisher to finish washing up before coming in to report on the events that took place last night in Sheffield City.

Although they were far away, they clearly saw the Lynch Family and the Slaughter Squad working together.

Juan Fisher’s brow furrowed into a frown.

"When did the Lynch Family become so close with the Slaughter Squad? They even teamed up to deal with the Winston Family."

This is not a good sign.

Javier Hudson said, "It may be a coincidence, after all, the Winston Family has been in a secret struggle with the Lynch Family recently."

"I hope it is just a coincidence," Juan Fisher always felt something was not quite right, "There must be something else in it, send someone to investigate further."

"Yes."

Juan Fisher sat down, took a sip of the freshly cooked rice porridge from the morning, frowned, and put it down.

Juan Fisher still made a phone call to the Taylor Family asking some questions.

The Taylor Family is now retreating and only answered his surface questions without any intention of getting involved.

Juan Fisher spent the day thinking about one question.

Is there a secret connection between the Lynch Family and the Slaughter Squad? Is the Taylor Family’s retreat meant to help the Lynch Family’s rise?

If the Slaughter Squad supports the Lynch Family, their resurgence is only a matter of time. Should he prepare for it now?

Or, should he directly show goodwill to the Lynch Family?

*

Ella Stephens is contacting other people in Dark City.

She wants to obtain the delivery date of the recent special materials.

Unfortunately, there is none available.

Ella Stephens can only admit to Langley Ferguson that there was a problem, and she was unable to obtain the special materials.

"It’s alright, Old Master Patterson doesn’t need it anymore."

Ella frowned: "Why doesn’t he suddenly need it?"

"I’m not sure, but it seems someone has delivered a batch of special materials. It must have been transported from your side."

Ella frowned even more, "Could it be those people..."

"It should be the same group that stole your materials."

"Can you check for me? The direction and the address of the delivery. Once I get those two pieces of information, I can track them down."

Ella’s voice was a bit urgent.

Langley Ferguson was somewhat puzzled: "It seems that it was sent through a special channel. I heard that the person who picked up the materials went to the designated location for transport."

"A special channel?"

How did she forget that those people were ancient martial artists?

Since they were ancient martial artists, they definitely wouldn’t use ordinary express delivery.

Instead, they would have someone escort the materials in person.

"Ella, don’t dwell on these things too much, we will have other opportunities."

Within a year, without any chance to leave Sheffield City, her opportunities would be limited to the city.

She can’t be trapped here.

"I know."

After hanging up the phone, Ella took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in her heart.

She now suspected that someone from the Imperial Capital Aerospace Academy had entered Dark City.

And that the people who had taken that batch of materials were also from the Imperial Capital Aerospace Academy.

*

"Joshua."

On the corridor of the Taylor Family, Joshua Taylor’s father called him.

"Dad."

"Where are you going?"

Driving a small electric bike and carrying several computers, Joshua Taylor pointed ahead and said, "I’m going to the Medicine Hall."

"You good-for-nothing! With such a great opportunity, you still want to play with computers. Can computers be eaten? Every day, you just cling to the computer. The Taylor Family has never had disciples like you, you are simply a disgrace to me. Throw all this junk away and learn medical skills properly..."

Mr. Taylor was so angry he wanted to hit someone.