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Chapter 652 - 652 347 Please show off arrogantly (4000)_2

Chapter 652: 347 Please show off arrogantly (4000)_2 Chapter 652: 347 Please show off arrogantly (4000)_2 “Casio, I suspect your decision to take in Simonyi as your underling is more than just admiration… Even though the lad possesses the potential to become a fighter, your attitude seems a bit excessive. Do you have some scheme regarding him?” Amos pondered for a moment, his glasses flashing slightly as he tested the waters.

“Do you see me as that kind of person? Can’t it just be a benevolent act of extending a hand to a genius with a tragic past?” Casio retorted, appearing somewhat injured.

“Stop pretending, you can’t fool my eyes. We’ve only met a few times but there’s this inexplicable familiarity I have with you. You rarely exhibit any kind of benevolence—it’s more like you’re inherently cold-blooded. Not to say that you’re completely out of sync with the whole world, but there is a certain barrier there. I suppose you hardly have anyone you consider confiding in…”

Amos suddenly shifted the topic towards Casio. Fifty years had passed, refining his keen and experienced eyes.

“Heh heh… It’s not about being naturally cold-blooded, it’s just that you always lose something on the path to getting stronger. The fact that I have not turned into a monster and managed to maintain my current state is already quite commendable.” Casio said coldly with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, “As for someone I trust, there have been some, maybe around three. Unfortunately, they’re probably all gone now…”

He glanced at Amos beside him, intent on not following his line of discussion, and stated his intentions frankly, “I plan for Simonyi to win this year’s Eastern Martial Arts Exchange competition. He has the strength for it. Afterwards, I will elevate him to the level of a fighter and instruct him to challenge the head of the school in the Martial Arts Exchange. Let’s choose the organizer’s Evil Eye Fist sect…”

“Next, we’ll strike together on that day, placing our blades towards the whole Evil Eye Fist sect. You’ll kill the only two fighters of Evil Eye Fist face-to-face, announcing the emergence of the Magical Golem Sect. And Simonyi’s betrayal, once the top student of Yunquan Fist—the foremost school of East Nine Gates—is standing behind you, having ascended into the ranks of the fighters!”

Amos interrupted Casio’s words, his eyes lighting up with excitement, mumbling something about losing and seizing opportunities under his breath.

“Even the excuse is already there. You can present yourself as the mysterious successor of the extinct Red Vulture Fist, oppressed and exterminated by Evil Eye Fist sect, seeking revenge after diligently training your secret martial arts!”

“Brilliant, brilliant… If we add the Black Mechanism’s support from behind, we can absolutely build you up as the symbol of resistance against the oppression of the East Nine Gates in the Secret Martial Arts World, a beacon to others.” Amos grew more confident as he spoke, giving a nod towards Casio.

It seems as if he is praising the man’s devious and cunning schemes.

“Don’t look at me like that, it was all you the one who said all that. I never thought that way. But you are truly sly, Amos, you even designed the subsequent script. If you really put your plan into motion, it would definitely cause an uproar. I admire, I admire! You are totally deserving of your fifty years as the Mechanism Steward…”

Casio squinted and laughed while applauding, his expression mischievous and his voice a bit sarcastic.

“You…” Struck dumb, Amos was flustered by Casio’s audacity. Are you not aware of your own thoughts?

“Forget it, say whatever you wish, as long as the plan can be executed smoothly. I just want to see a good outcome in the end.”

He shook his head, abandoning the idea of arguing with Casio.

“Oh? As long as the plan can be executed smoothly, that’s what you said.” Casio complimented Amos with a nod.

“What do you mean?” Amos stoped in his tracks.

“That sequence of plans we just discussed, didn’t you make up most of it? When the time comes, you will explain to Simonyi about the role he plays in this plan. Whoever makes the plan tells it, sounds reasonable right…”

After Casio finished speaking, everything around them suddenly fell silent.

Only the rustling of leaves could be heard.

Amos stared into his eyes, his face a picture of frustration.

“You son of a…”

Ultimately, after a stroll around the entire artificial lake, Amos accepted the task while bearing a scowl. It was just his luck to be so straightforward.

Casio only broached the topic, and Amos filled in most of the following details voluntarily, thus cornering himself with his own words. Although he could have refused, he thought it unnecessary to do so.

Casio intended to speak indirectly about the next plan with Simonyi for good reason. After all, the role Simonyi played in the plan was not entirely favorable. It was equivalent to being a traitor who betrayed his master openly in public.

Although it could enhance the shocking and powerful image of the Magical Golem Sect, making a name for it in the Secret Martial Arts World of the east, it seriously harmed Simonyi’s own reputation in a very negative way. The entire Secret Martial Arts World would talk about his betrayal of his master, which could be unbearable for him.

Therefore, discussing this matter with Simonyi was certainly not a good thing, as it could potentially create resentment. Casio didn’t want to foster any rifts or conflicts with his own future top-ranked fighter.

At least, not for the time being. He still needed Simonyi after the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition concluded.

With that said, the only one who has the appropriate stature, strength, and insight into the plan was Amos, the planner himself.

Let him play the villain, then.

When the two parted ways at the entrance of Saka Park, Amos glared at Casio for a long time, eventually blurting out the same phrase as Night Demon: “You’re really despicable…”

In the dead of night, in Mia City, at a villa in the urban area.

On a semi-open moon-shaped balcony, a handsome blond youth half-leaning on a recliner, a drink in his hand. The LP in the living room slowly turned, playing a melodious song.

He closed his eyes slightly, seemingly savoring the coolness of the autumn evening wind. Almost a hundred meters away, a thick shadow weaved through the city’s secluded corners, moving so swiftly it was invisible to the naked eye. In a flash, the Shadow Demon entered the villa, scurrying up to the third floor along the enclosing wall like a spider, landing soundlessly.

The elongated shadow stood by the young man and slowly melded into the ground.

“He’s quite obedient, didn’t do anything irrational…”

Casio opened his dark blue eyes and murmured, “But then again, Simonyi must have practiced some secret techniques for detecting auras. The Shadow Demon almost got caught by him.”

The Shadow Demon’s stealth was very efficient, and even Casio could only sense it because he was infested by it.

This time he sent out the Shadow Demon, not only to inspect Simonyi’s situation but also to survey the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition. Gathering information on different schools, specific competition rules, venue layouts, and so on. The more thorough his understanding, the better he would look.

Yes, the only thing Amos asked Casio to do was to play the part well. It would be best to present a tyrannical image upon his first appearance, intimidating all the schools present.

Only then could Magical Golem Sect establish a strong image.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, when Amos spoke about it, Casio asked how he should put on a show, he didn’t know how. The more deliberate the performance, the more likely it was to backfire. Amos looked at Casio, opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly paused. It was only then that he finally said slowly.

“Just act as you normally do, remain consistent.”

At the time, Casio assumed Amos wanted him to act naturally. Only later did he realize that Amos was insinuating that he loved to show off in his everyday life. How could that be? Casio was not that kind of person, Amos’s malicious conjecture was pure slander!

He’s more than likely taking revenge for him having to play the bad guy. So petty. He should consider the bigger picture.

On the white ceramic tiled balcony, Casio slowly rose from the recliner, picked up a glass of liquor from the low wooden table beside it.

He took a generous sip, savoring the wonderful sensation as if a flame was burning down his throat, then looked into the distance.

His eyes seemed to penetrate through numerous towering buildings, gazing at the Black Pupil Building, home to the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition.

“The script is written, Evil Eye Fist, you’re dead…”