My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1262 - 484: Stealing the Divine_1

Chapter 1262: Chapter 484: Stealing the Divine_1

Within half a day, the Trade Association Tuoledoza City’s head, who was overseeing the Ancient Mansion, completed her investigation. With her hand painted with bright red nail polish, she gently stroked the black cat in her hand and laughed at the Fatty Manager: "In the entire Iris Province, none of the bishops have recently approved any new temple projects. You fool, you’ve been played by an out-of-town man!"

"Not only were you fooled, but you’ve also implicated me in the investigation as well. To confirm this information, I’ve had to owe many valuable favors!"

Fatty Manager cursed his greed but didn’t agree with the Noblewoman blaming him for involving her: If it weren’t for her greed as well, she wouldn’t have bothered to confirm, nor would she have wasted those favors.

However, he dared not say this to the Noblewoman, he could only express shame and anger: "Cursed fellow! Madam, we need to make this liar, who dares to deceive the Hoffman Brothers Association, pay for it!"

The Noblewoman emerged from the shadows. She was not old and had a strong facial bone structure typical of Red Barbarians; her fair and slightly rosy skin made her look enchanting. She held a black cat in her arms, her expression just as lazy as the cat’s, lending an even more seductive aura to her near-perfect figure.

Fatty Manager lowered his head, secretly swallowing, but dared not entertain any improper thoughts.

The languid and bewitching Noblewoman shook her head and said, "No, no, no, we are a trade association, not a gang; everything we do is legitimate business. However...he once solved a few of the Death Sect’s thugs; if the Death Sect deliberately retaliates, like asking their Founder of Six Mountains Power, who hasn’t made a move in a long time, to make a move, it’s none of our business, right? Hehehe."

Fatty Manager understood, "You’re right, I think Mr. McGinny, who has a bad temper, will visit him at the Torch Hotel tonight!"

...

Lord Sun also did not spend the day doing nothing. He "visited" a few local temples, including the main temple, where the Tuolei Duosa City Bishop resided.

In the evening, he sampled the local traditional Fried Meat Roll in a small roadside restaurant. To be frank, it was far from as good as what he had eaten at home, it was hard to swallow. Lord Sun knew very well that his taste buds had been spoiled by Verna.

As he left the restaurant, he changed his mind and did not return to the hotel but instead walked towards the city outskirts.

Lord Sun stopped by the Great River that circled around the city; it was very empty here, with no passers-by, perfect for carrying out some actions that he didn’t want others to see. Turning around, an Elder dressed in a black cloak emerged from the shadows of the trees on the side of the road.

The Elder nodded in satisfaction, "Indeed, a powerhouse, did those wastes die by your hands?"

Sun raised his eyebrows, "Death Sect?"

McGinny nodded and was very proud of his gang, "Yes, the one I founded myself." But he didn’t expect the man across from him to say, "It’s a lousy name."

"Fool!" McGinny was suddenly furious, as if someone had cursed his son in front of him. McGinny pulled out his pipe, and Lord Sun recognized it at a glance; it was a Six Mountain Divine Creation. McGinny was a believer in the Power of Six Mountains.

In the Wood Dynasty, a Sixth Realm Powerhouse would serve as an Officiant in a powerful faction. So why would a man like that be organizing a local gang in Boneset Country? Especially one that isn’t even on par with an underworld power...

Lord Sun sincerely advised, "Old man, you’ve fallen on hard times; why not join me instead?"

Unfortunately, good advice always meets deaf ears; McGinny refused to be persuaded, so there was no choice but to just kill him off.

...

Fatty Manager didn’t rush home after work that night, even though he wouldn’t go home after work anyway. Four blocks away was the most famous brothel in town, and Fatty Manager was a regular. After all, his wife had a thicker waist than his; how could she compare to the young and understanding girls at the brothel?

He had the kitchen prepare a medium-rare steak for him, then opened a bottle of his own cherished red wine and took a satisfying sip. Tonight’s feeling was excellent; he had mobilized a Sixth Mountain Power!

In any country, a powerhouse of this level was among the very top! Fatty Manager didn’t have the ability to command Mr. McGinny on his own, but with the instructions from the local trade association head, it was a different story.

"That damned liar must have been sunk to the bottom of the river by Mr. McGinny by now." Fatty Manager was waiting for good news, and the sense of power from this "mobilizing a Sixth Mountain Power" illusion even made him a bit intoxicated and lost.

He drank more than half of the bottle of red wine, already tipsy, and looked up at the clock on the wall, only to be shocked: It was already nine o’clock at night, yet Mr. McGinny had not returned.

"Is it so much trouble, or is it that the Sixth Mountain Power disdains to come and report his mission to me?" Fatty Manager felt a sense of humiliation: "Damn it!"

Suddenly, the door was forcibly pushed open, and a subordinate ran in, panic-stricken: "Sir, that, that fellow has returned."

"You bastard, what on earth are you talking about?"

The subordinate caught his breath, his face full of disbelief and panic: "That liar, just now, I saw him return to the Torch Hotel with my own eyes..." Fatty Manager stood up abruptly: "That’s impossible!"

But Fatty Manager quickly confirmed: Mr. McGinny had gone out today and hadn’t returned yet. And in the Torch Hotel, the liar’s room light was on, and the front desk personally confirmed that he had returned and was in his room.