After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 358 - 331: Come play with me, this poor wretch! (3 more updates)

Chapter 358: Chapter 331: Come play with me, this poor wretch! (3 more updates)

Carl Stephens glared resentfully at Len Hawthorne, his whole body emanating a wicked and fascinating aura.

He’s far from being the upright Team Captain of the Slaughter Squad.

As his elder, Carl had the misfortune of fighting and losing to Len.

The disgrace was open for all to see.

If he surrendered now, what would his followers think?

"Regardless, let the others outside search," he ordered.

They couldn’t go out; they could only communicate via their mobile phones.

Len Hawthorne watched their every move closely.

He didn’t stop them.

To enter, one must have the ability.

"Captain Hawthorne, what do you want from us?"

"We ask for your cooperation in the investigation," Len pointed to a spot nearby. "Does the Stephens Family not know that the Fisher Family has been secretly dealing with the witches from Western Europe? We have reason to suspect that your family has secretly reached an agreement with the Fishers or joined forces with them."

"Bullshit," a Stephens Family member retorted angrily. "We have no idea about any of this; it must be your Slaughter Squad’s doing."

"So you think we forced the Fishers to collude with the Western witches? Or that we compelled the Stephens family to interact with the Fishers?" Len clicked his tongue. "Sometimes I really admire you families, each eager to ingratiate themselves with the witches outside. Has Herta Kingdom lost all its wizards?"

"Captain Hawthorne, we were in the dark," Carl just wanted to confirm his son’s fate and then take back his dignity from the Slaughter Squad.

"Third Master Stephens, I’m sorry, but no one from your family can leave. The Slaughter Squad warned you not to cause trouble in Mountain County without permission. Your deliberate defiance is a severe offense."

Carl’s face darkened, "So, what? Are you going to arrest us?"

"As long as an offense is committed, the Slaughter Squad can arrest anyone, regardless of their status," Len replied sternly.

"Len Hawthorne, you’re just a lowly team captain, you have no right to make these decisions," Carl scolded him from his position as an elder.

"The rules of the Slaughter Squad were laid down long ago. They’re not something I, Len Hawthorne, can arbitrarily change. If you have a problem, take it up with the founder of the Slaughter Squad!"

Len wasn’t afraid of him.

Carl’s face grew colder, "Len Hawthorne, do you think the Hawthorne family will support you in this? Your parents..."

"Third Master Stephens," Len’s voice was low, and his pupils shrank, revealing a cold smile in his eyes, "If I were you, I wouldn’t use my parents to attack me."

Carl sneered, "Everyone knows how your parents treated you. Why should Captain Hawthorne be afraid of people talking about it? Isn’t it common knowledge in the Imperial Capital?"

Len’s smile disappeared, replaced by icy killing intent. "Third Master Stephens, your bravery is commendable."

"You’ve made it this far by suppressing your own parents with this murderous air. You’re quite pitiful, aren’t you?"

"Third Master Stephens, I never thought you’d still be this childish at your age. You’re blinded. Do you think I got this far simply by relying on my murderous aura? Didn’t you just experience it yourself? Since we’ve gone this far, no one should leave today. Stay and keep me company, this poor, wretched soul filled with murderous power!"

As the wicked and smiling voice fell, the surrounding air was instantly suffocating.

Carl frowned.

He stared at Len, the atmosphere around him changing drastically.

The surroundings were filled with an imminent danger!

Even the people of the Fisher Family far away felt the suffocating power.

*

Chloe was walking into the Divinity Temple when she suddenly looked up and outside.

The aura.

It’s Len Hawthorne!

Chloe pursed her lips, hesitating whether or not to go and take a look.

In the end, she suppressed her curiosity.

"Little Chloe."

Adam and the others also felt the pressure in the air.

Even at such a distance, they could feel it; those who were closer must have been suffering.

"The situation outside is unclear; I’ll go and check it out first," said Alex as he prepared to leave.

"Little Chloe, have you seen your Second Uncle and the others?"

Yvette asked her as she entered from outside.

"They’re here, too?"

"You didn’t see them?"

"Must have missed them."

As soon as she went in, they entered the old house right after her.

"Alex, go back first. The people from the Slaughter Squad will take care of the outside matters."

Just now, at the Divinity Temple, they saw the members of the Slaughter Squad.

Only then did they know that the car parked outside belonged to the Slaughter Squad.

"Chloe? Where are you going now?"

"I’ll go take a look at the Divinity Temple. You all go back to the old house first." Chloe left after saying this.

*

Adam asked the Slaughter Squad to help dispose of Kenneth’s body. Whether the people behind can find Kenneth or not depends on the ability of the people Carl brought with him.

When they returned to the old house, they saw David Foster and the others were already there.

"Yvette, where did you go?"

"Just went around the Divinity Temple," Yvette nonchalantly replied.

They had just parked the car at the intersection and walked straight in the direction of the Divinity Temple. David and the others waited there for a while but did not see anyone, so they came back.

This was the first time Alex came to the mountain county to see people.

"Dad, this is Alex, the stepson adopted by Adam and me. Alex, come and greet everyone." Yvette took the initiative to introduce Alex.

Hearing Yvette’s introduction, the Foster family was stunned.

Looking at Adam and Yvette’s attitude, they knew they were very satisfied with Alex.

"Why do I remember that the stepson you adopted was named Rowan Stephens?" Fred Foster asked, puzzled.

"Rowan had some issues and has cut off our relationship," Yvette explained with a smile.

The tense atmosphere instantly eased.

"Alex, right? Come in and sit for a while," Fred’s attitude changed, and he smiled while inviting the person inside.

Yvette also gave Alex an encouraging look.

*

Chloe paced and arrived at the periphery.

Seeing the mostly collapsed mountain and the embarrassed people from the Fisher and Stephens families, she pursed her lips in silence.

She walked down from the slope.

The severely injured people from the Fisher and Stephens families looked over at her.

At this time, even their dignity as elders was trampled on, leaving nothing left.

Chloe’s arrival brought a sense of the ultimate humiliation to these elders.

He never thought that he would be defeated by a young kid.

Len Hawthorne squinted his eyes, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and saw Chloe. He tutted, took another puff, then threw it on the ground and crushed it underfoot.

With a long stride, he walked towards her.

"You’re hurt."

"Just a small injury."

Chloe’s hand pressed on his abdomen.

Len’s brow furrowed. He grabbed her wrist, "Little Chloe, give your big brother some face and don’t press it until I faint here. That’ll be very embarrassing."

"Is this a small injury?"

"It’s a big injury, a severe injury. Little Chloe, please have some mercy."

"Find a place to treat it."

"Okay!"

"And here, how do you plan to deal with it?"

Chloe pointed to the scene.

Len looked deeply at her, "There are some things from the Fisher Family I want to show you."

Seeing his expression, Chloe knew it must be something good.

She became interested.