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Chapter 212 - 162: Offering Themselves Up (Additional - 1 for the Alliance Leader ’Praise of the Soul Reaper’)

Chapter 212: Chapter 162: Offering Themselves Up (Additional Chapter 1 for the Alliance Leader ’Praise of the Soul Reaper’)

That night, Brian saw Kanchef again.

Along with him was his daughter, whom he hadn’t met before, and a few expressionless men in suits.

This was a stunning girl, with a delicate and commanding face, bright eyes, and a mane of large wavy brown curls tumbling down her back. Standing close to six feet tall, she had beauty and a figure to match.

Kanchef, with a dark look on his face, stood in front of his daughter and said to Brian with an unfriendly tone, "I really regret working overtime today and entertaining you, you bastard!"

Brian simply ignored him and looked up at the tall brunette, "I sensed the quiet melancholy of the night from you, Heather, nice to meet you."

"Hey!"

Kanchef, infuriated, raised his hands trying to block Brian’s view, "Beat it. Don’t you dare speak to my precious daughter, you shameless scoundrel!"

"Father, you are being too much!"

Heather, tilting her head, looked at Brian with her big, sparkling eyes filled with curiosity, "I specifically changed my perfume. How did you know I was Heather?"

Brian shrugged, blatantly disrespecting the girl’s father right before him, "Your father’s pretty uptight.

You know, these old guys get obsessively controlling as they age.

They subconsciously see everyone getting close to their child as a villain, preventing you from chasing possible happiness.

But I can’t blame Kanchef. Honestly, if I had a daughter as beautiful and charismatic as you, I’d be even more nervous than Kanchef.

Seeing you, I almost thought the Elf from Lake of King Arthur’s legend had descended to this murky mortal realm.

I’m an honest man; forgive my candor."

"Ha ha~"

Heather laughed heartily at Brian’s shameless blather delivered with a straight face.

No one took those words seriously.

But no woman can resist the emotional fulfillment and validation that those words bring.

Kanchef, however, had already reached for his waist in anger, "Brian, I challenge you to a duel! You lowly, randy cur, you blackmailing scoundrel, I want a faceoff!!!"

Brian outright refused with a shake of his head, "Forget it, upsetting you would make Heather sad. Just give me what I came for, you old-fashioned stick-in-the-mud."

Huff~

Kanchef, choked with rage, clutched his chest and was left speechless.

The extra fifty thousand pounds he had just received that night didn’t seem sweet anymore.

He wished he had never met Brian, that shameless bastard!

Although Heather was quite curious about Brian, she was also worried her father might actually get hurt in his rage, so she quickly handed a silver box to Brian,

"Brian, here are the weapons, documents, and a temporary enforcement badge you requested.

But your jurisdiction is limited to the Federation’s territory.

Moreover, you are not authorized to harm any innocent civilian not involved with the Original Sect, or we will punish you according to the control laws!"

"No problem."

Brian took the box and prepared to leave.

But Heather called out to him, "Are you sure you don’t need us to arrange an assistant for you?"

Without turning back, Brian waved his hand, "No need. A true strongman always walks alone."

Behind him came Kanchef’s invitation to a gentleman’s duel and his string of curses.

Brian unconsciously quickened his pace.

Kanchef was actually a nice guy; he had even warned Brian about some things earlier.

Only, Brian didn’t know why,

but seeing Kanchef’s balding head, he just felt like teasing the man, like some inexplicable compulsion that he couldn’t control.

Brian felt guilty for his poor behavior.

He really was despicable.

It looked like he’d have to avoid Kanchef next time, or he genuinely feared he wouldn’t be able to hold back from inflating the middle-aged man’s blood pressure again.

...

Back at the Ancient Castle,

Brian ignored everyone who avoided him like a madman and opened the silver case without a combination lock.

Inside the case were two black pistols, ten magazines, a reasonably protective portable bullet-proof vest, a temporary badge, and a pile of documents, maps, and motorcycle keys.

Actually, Brian had wanted some high-explosive hand grenades and automatic rifles.

But as soon as they heard his quantity request, they flatly refused.

It wasn’t his turf after all, so Brian had to accept this stingy support.

He quickly leafed through the documents and maps.

The dossier, mainly concerning the cause and clues of this incident, held little useful information. After glancing through it, Brian tossed it to the side.

Only three pieces of information were truly useful.

According to the Night Demon Organization’s intelligence, the defected Original Sect mutants were mainly three tribal shamans.

One was a Mutant with Beast Control ability.

This Mutant’s explosive-carrying rats caused great trouble for the Night Demon Organization in the busy city, forcing them to stop chasing Mutant One.

Another was Mutant Two with Beastification ability.

This Mutant was so agile and fast, he could almost ignore gravity running on walls and high buildings across complex terrains.

And, since London was an important city of the Federation where heavy weapons couldn’t be used, he managed to escape.

The last Mutant had unknown abilities.

The reason for this exposure was still the Night Demon Organization. After breaching their stronghold, they deduced from the scene that another shaman was involved.