After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 93 - 075: Seeking World Peace (1 More)_2

Chapter 93: Chapter 075: Seeking World Peace (1 More)_2

The scent is already impressive.

The taste must be terrific too.

She took a couple of bites.

Indeed, it’s delicious!

Len Hawthorne sat down, "How is it?"

"Very good."

The devilish beauty laughed.

With that smile, the light around her shone even brighter.

"There’s enough to go around, eat up."

"Ok."

As Chloe Stephens was eating, she asked, "Could you make it again next time?"

"What, have you fallen in love with my fried rice?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it doesn’t matter if you’re in love with it, I don’t cook very often. I worry about becoming a greasy uncle and you wouldn’t like me."

"..."

He took out a cigarette and took a good draw, only then did he feel comfortable.

Looking at the girl enjoying her food, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

"The matter with the celebrity has been handled. If it doesn’t work out, just block the network."

"Thank you."

"What are you thanking your elder brother for," Len said, "I didn’t find any clues in the Divinity Temple last time. Later, I will make another trip without bringing your grandfather."

Chloe looked up, "Do you need me?"

He filled a glass of water for the girl, "Since it’s the Foster’s place, it’s better if you go with us."

"What are you after."

Chloe put down her spoon, looking at him.

Len Hawthorne was taken aback, "Huh?"

"What do you want from the Divinity Temple?"

Considering his majestic fried rice, she was willing to offer whatever he asked.

Whether it’s ancient martial arts secrets or something else, she can offer it generously.

As long as he can keep cooking fried rice for her in the future. His cooking skills were definitely superior.

Len Hawthorne looking at the girl, chuckled lightly, "Little Chloe should ask the Stephens Clan and Fisher family what they want. All big brother desires is world peace!"

"..."

"Doesn’t it sound a bit like a disgruntled cynic?"

Kind of silly.

Chloe’s eyes fell on him in his camouflage outfit.

It seemed like she understood but didn’t quite get it.

"Everyone has their own ideas."

"Is little Chloe trying to comfort big brother?" Len took off his cigarette, his laughing eyes flickering, "Peace is hard to achieve on a certain level, it’s been the case since ancient times."

That’s why we need people like them.

Chloe gazed at him for a while, then bowed her head and continued eating her fried rice.

*

Len Hawthorne looked at the polished plate of fried rice and was silent for a while.

The girl had been gone for a few minutes.

His phone rang, and he picked it up.

"Young Master Hawthorne, guess what I saw."

Len Hawthorne squinted and laughed, "So what did you see?"

"...It’s those guys from the Hawthorne family, Young Master Hawthorne, I didn’t see you making fried rice for the little girl, and I didn’t see you in an apron..."

Len Hawthorne chuckled softly.

Ethan Coates: "..."

What’s this chills down my spine?

"Our technical team has a mouth-sewing project going on recently, do you want to give it a try?"

Ethan Coates was instantly startled, "Young Master Hawthorne, show mercy. Only I saw it...No, I don’t know anything."

"And those people?"

Ethan looked serious, "I have arranged for people to keep an eye on them. These guys, coming here is just sending them to their deaths. I don’t know what the Hawthornes are thinking."

"Don’t underestimate these so-called wastes."

"Since they are already here, of course, we can’t underestimate them," Ethan hadn’t become arrogant enough to underestimate others, "It seems the Hawthornes are testing if Young Master Hawthorne’s murderous aura is still there. They won’t possibly go as far as sending their own people to their deaths."

That’s why the Hawthorne family is not afraid to be reckless.

Len Hawthorne laughed, "We can give it a try."

"..."

Young Master Hawthorne, this doesn’t sound right.

Why am I feeling all excited suddenly?

*

An hour later.

The Hawthorne family disciples lurking around had left.

Ethan had gathered some information from elsewhere.

He brought it to Len Hawthorne, "Young Master Hawthorne, the Hawthorne family may be taking the wrong path."

Len Hawthorne took it, on the paper were some messages, all private conversations within the Hawthornes.

"These guys came here to be living targets, the Hawthorne family is really ruthless. Young Master Hawthorne, what’s your plan? Going to protect these young ones?"

Ethan hadn’t expected the Hawthornes to play such a shoddy trick.

They let the minor branches come here for a round, then they wanted to get someone else to kill them and blame it on Len Hawthorne.

They were planning to ruin Len Hawthorne’s reputation.

"Why protect them?"

"Are you planning to just watch them die, and then let them pin it on Young Master Hawthorne?"

"Let them do as planned."

"Aren’t you afraid they will frame you?"

Ethan suspected Len Hawthorne has a plan.

"Send news back to the Imperial Capital, saying that I am seriously wounded and unable to get up."

"Aren’t you sitting here perfectly fine?" When did you get seriously injured?

"Make up some traces of the attack and send it to the Imperial Capital," Len Hawthorne didn’t even finish reading the printed material before tossing it back onto the table, "You have to make the people in the Imperial Capital believe that there are people in the Hawthorne family who want me dead."

"Yes! He-he, Young Master Hawthorne, you’re so devious!" Ethan was excited, "Take away their way out while following the path they paved. Awesome!"

Len Hawthorne looked at Ethan as though the later was an idiot.

*

Sheffield City.

It was already night when Emily Lynch arrived at Sheffield City.

Since last night, she was running back and forth without closing her eyes, even her usually sharp facial features appeared a bit fierce due to lack of sleep.

She made a phone call to the Taylor Family.

The Taylor family’s attitude irritated her.

But she had no choice but to suppress her anger and meet the person.

In the café outside the Taylor family headquarters.

Emily Lynch walked in and saw Nathan Taylor sitting there flipping through his document, obviously still dealing with his official matters.

Seeing Emily Lynch come in, Nathan Taylor appeared cool, "What’s the matter."

An extremely discourteous tone.

Emily Lynch snorted, "Nathan Taylor, considering we didn’t start a fight today, your composure really impressed me."

Nathan Taylor suddenly raised his head, his eyes piercing as he stared at her, "If you’re here to pick a fight, I’m afraid I can’t oblige."

He closed his file, stood up and was about to leave.

"Don’t you want to hear my purpose for looking for you? Oh, I’m not just looking for the Taylor family, but also the Fisher family and the Stephens family."

Nathan Taylor frowned and sat back down, "Speak."

He has no patience to sit here and have a long conversation with this woman.

"Western witchcraft has appeared in the mountain county. You know what this represents."

A look of shock appeared in Nathan’s eyes, "They’re ignoring the treaty!"

"You report it to the Taylor family," Emily rose to her feet.

"Wait," Nathan called her back, "What did they do after they came in?"

"Caused harm."

Leaving those words, Emily walked away.