After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 566 - 530: Mutual Promotion and Restraint, A Collaboration? (1 more update)

Chapter 566: Chapter 530: Mutual Promotion and Restraint, A Collaboration? (1 more update)

Watsons Family.

Forbidden center.

Blake Watsons leaned back in the chair, clutching a mobile phone.

On it was the information passed on by Calvin Lawson.

He had a bad feeling.

Calvin Lawson’s situation was now dire.

Although their cooperation was only superficial, if Calvin Lawson died, Blake Watsons would almost be in the same boat.

After being seriously injured last time, he had been recuperating at the Watsons Family.

Before he even had the chance to investigate the girl called Chloe Stephens, Calvin Lawson had run into trouble.

Blake Watsons clenched his mobile phone, got up, and walked out.

Hugo Watsons was now the family leader of the Watsons Family, dealing with the entire Watsons Family affairs. However, due to an elder being present, he would need to consult with Blake Watsons regarding Ian Watsons’ death.

Ian’s death and the others ignited the bloodlust of the Watsons Family members.

They couldn’t wait to confront the Stephens Family in Sheffield City immediately.

If it wasn’t for the forefather’s words, they would not still be holding back and staying in the Imperial Capital.

Hugo Watsons, who had convened countless crusade meetings, could no longer bear it. He stood outside the forbidden center, waiting.

As the door opened, Hugo Watsons hurried up: "Forefather!"

Blake Watsons frowned: "Didn’t I say that the matter of the Slaughter Squad and the Stephens Family would be postponed."

"But, everyone seems to be restless..."

"If they are not calm, let them be. You are made the family leader to deal with the family’s major affairs, not to inquire about everything."

Suppressed by the imposing aura emanating from Blake Watsons, Hugo Watsons lowered his head, feeling ashamed: "Everyone’s emotions are unstable; it’s hard to calm them down. We need an explanation for Ian’s death, too."

"You can handle this kind of thing yourself." Blake Watsons threw down a cold sentence and disappeared.

Hugo Watsons sighed at the empty air, it was him in a difficult position now.

When Hugo Watsons returned to his place, he saw Yancy Fisher standing there. The look in her eyes made Hugo feel like he was an evil person.

Surprisingly, remembering that Ian and the others took action because of Yancy Fisher, his face turned gloomy within an instant.

The way he treated Yancy Fisher was cold and indifferent.

"Family Leader, Xinglin told me that he saw people from the Stephens Family in the Imperial Capital. Len Hawthorne is also here. Furthermore, the Hawthorne Family intends to take action against him. This is an excellent opportunity for cooperation," Yancy Fisher tried to persuade Hugo Watsons.

Hearing the words, Hugo Watsons’ face turned dark.

With a sinister look, he said, "Is that what you also said to convince Ian? Because of you, the Watsons Family lost many ancient martial artists. Do you know how much damage this has caused to our family?"

Yancy Fisher gritted her teeth but still didn’t think what she had done before was wrong, "I only did what I had to do. If it wasn’t for the Slaughter Squad’s intervention, our Watsons family would have gotten a piece of the cake by now. It was the Slaughter Squad who acted out of personal interest!"

Seeing Yancy Fisher still arguing, Hugo Watsons couldn’t help but laugh: "Because of your personal grudge, you dragged the Watsons Family into this. Is that how you helped the Watsons family after marrying in?"

Yancy Fisher turned pale, "Family leader, Ian is your son. Can you just let go of your hatred and do nothing?"

Hugo Watsons stared at Yancy Fisher with a stern expression, "You’d better behave yourself as well. If there’s nothing important, get out of here."

Yancy Fisher gritted her teeth and left Hugo Watsons’ residence.

*

Blake Watsons stood at the spot where Calvin Lawson disappeared, still able to smell the faint lingering scent of Calvin.

His guess was right, Calvin Lawson was dead.

The traces of the fight here were significant, revealing three different kinds of attacks.

Calvin Lawson was killed by three experts.

Blake Watsons felt a hint of danger.

"Calvin Lawson, I guess you were just unlucky, leaving a step earlier."

Having lived so many years, it was about time for him to die.

Blake Watsons’ cold lips curved slightly. But when he looked up at the dark night again, he felt that he needed to do something.

A few minutes later.

Godfrey Family.

As soon as Blake Watsons appeared, he was greeted with an eight-array shock.

The timing of the prediction was indeed precise, truly worthy of the Godfrey Family who could foresee future events.

Blake Watsons took a few steps back, stood outside the formation, and targeted the formation’s eye with one strike.

He predicted the time he would arrive, but he could also shatter the flow of time.

It seemed to imply a meaning of interdependence and mutual restraint.

Austin Godfrey stood up, ready to take action.

The voice of Allen Godfrey came from behind him, "Let him in."

Blake Watsons passed by Austin Godfrey and walked towards the heavy mechanism gate, "You’re still so leisurely that it makes me envious."

It was a sarcastic remark.

He didn’t have any good feelings towards Allen Godfrey.

That’s why he preferred to cooperate with Calvin Lawson.

Allen Godfrey, however, was too stubborn in his own views and never got involved in those matters.

Quite an old-fashioned guy.

"What’s the matter?"

"Calvin Lawson is dead, don’t you know?"

Allen Godfrey had no reaction at all.

Seeing his reaction, Blake Watsons narrowed his cold eyes, stepped back half a step, and watched Allen Godfrey vigilantly, "Could it be that you teamed up with someone else to kill him?"

Allen Godfrey raised his deep, impenetrable eyes, which were even more detestable to look at.

Blake Watsons did not like this kind of person who did not show his emotions on the surface.

Although he clearly had desires, he never expressed them.

A total hypocrite!

"I don’t have such ability."

"Allen Godfrey, there has always been a clear boundary between us. Regarding Lawson’s death, don’t you think you should give an explanation?"

Allen Godfrey looked over, "I thought you and he were just in a partnership."

"He’s dead, I’m next. Don’t you think I deserve an explanation?" Blake Watsons sneered coldly. Suddenly, he sat down in front of Allen Godfrey, his icy eyes staring at him, "Or, let’s have a collaboration."

Allan Godfrey’s slender fingers curved slightly, flicked a frigid ripple at Blake Watsons’ face.

Blake Watsons moved with the chair to Allen Godfrey’s left side and struck a palm towards his waist.

Allan Godfrey retreated to the side.

Their attacks missed each other simultaneously.

Blake Watsons’ expression instantly turned icy, "Ever since that little Hawthorne brat came out, many things have been forced to change. Don’t you feel stifled? Don’t you want to kill him?"

Allen Godfrey indifferently looked over and said, "If you feel you can kill him, go ahead."

Thinking about Len Hawthorne’s abnormal destiny, Blake Watsons’ mouth twitched, "Dealing with someone like you is both exhausting and boring."

Blake Watsons stormed out like a gust of wind, messing up the papers in the room and acting mischievously like a child.

Allen Godfrey picked up an ancient book from the ground, his gaze falling on a line of text and becoming slightly lost in thought.

Austin Godfrey entered.

Allen Godfrey put down the ancient book and said to Austin Godfrey, "Blake Watsons hasn’t entered the Godfrey Family for decades. Now that he’s appeared, he must be planning something. Remind Chloe Stephens to beware of the Watsons Family’s actions."

Austin Godfrey nodded and left through the mechanism gate.

The heavy gate slowly closed, completely concealing Allen Godfrey’s tall bamboo-like figure.

Austin Godfrey withdrew his gaze and went to find Chloe Stephens’ trail.

Waking up in the still somewhat cozy room, Chloe Stephens rolled out of bed and walked out barefoot.

In the small courtyard, Len Hawthorne was wearing casual clothes and sat casually on the flower stand, like a wandering monk.

A nutritious breakfast was laid out on the small table.

He turned his head and beckoned; his voice sounded even more pleasant than a piano melody, "Freshen up, and come for breakfast."

Looking at the man in the morning light, Chloe Stephens slightly pursed her lips, her gaze fixated on him, unable to look away.

Using this method to seduce someone early in the morning, it seemed that he no longer wanted to hide his true intentions.