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Chapter 245: Griffith Squire is a Man Who Returned from Hell to the Human World

Chapter 245: Chapter 245: Griffith Squire is a Man Who Returned from Hell to the Human World

After passing two obstacles in a row, everyone’s expressions turned serious upon reaching the final one.

Delphine remained composed, but the man trailing behind her, Dongzi, had a pale face. He was walking beside Brother Jing, aware of Jing’s hidden prowess, and knowing even more about the formidable Ignatius Leclair whom Jing followed, Dongzi was stricken with dread.

"Miss Delphine, are we really suited to go up there?" Dongzi stammered hesitantly. To be fair, Ignatius was the one who signed his paycheck and bonuses—his real boss—not this Mr. Griffith.

Griffith noticed Delphine’s moment of hesitation and sneered lazily, saying, "It’s too late to go back now. The events on this journey are most likely already in his ear. If Ignatius gets infuriated, he might as well chop me up into pieces and feed me to the turtles in the sea."

"He won’t," Delphine glanced up at the mountain and said calmly. "If he acts, it won’t take lives—it would be worse than death."

Upon hearing that, Griffith’s handsome and slightly wicked face showed a trace of solemnity. This time, it was blatantly clear that it was a setup, akin to walking into a deathtrap. Before departing, he had even mobilized forces from the Golden Triangle, but he couldn’t guarantee Leah’s absolute safety back at home. Ultimately, this remained the territory of Ignatius Leclair, the Leclair Family. Griffith could only hope that Delphine, this lucky star, might give Ignatius some pause.

The group soon reached the final lookout platform. Ignatius was not waiting there. The platform was entirely deserted. Autumn Mountain was so quiet you could even hear the faint sound of birds flapping their wings.

Griffith’s smile faded as he strode purposefully toward the direction of the Baigong Ancestral Shrine.

After walking less than a kilometer, one corner of the shrine’s traditional blue-tiled eaves, semi-hidden within the mountain, became visible. Built such a long time ago, despite yearly repairs, the Baigong Ancestral Shrine inevitably couldn’t withstand the ravages of time, weathered by wind and sun. It radiated a faint sense of ancient desolation.

"It’s Brother Jing." Dongzi, sharp-eyed, spotted him guarding outside the shrine. His spirits instantly plummeted as he rolled his sleeves back down and murmured dejectedly, "Miss Delphine, I can’t beat Brother Jing."

Delphine took note of his reaction and couldn’t help but chuckle, saying, "Don’t worry, you’ll be fine."

"You may be fine, but I’m not so sure," Griffith muttered as he stretched, shedding all traces of his usual carefree demeanor. His entire aura seemed to transform; his playful eyes that usually sparkled with mirth now gleamed like sharp blades emanating a chilling edge.

As they spoke, Ignatius strode leisurely out from the Baigong Ancestral Shrine. Standing beneath the branches of a centuries-old tree just outside the shrine, his stern countenance betrayed nothing as he remarked coldly, "Since you set foot in South Asia, I’ve investigated your origins and history many times. The results have all been the same: you’re untraceable."

His voice was low and indifferent, almost detached, yet his words struck a nerve: "Mr. Griffith, you either appeared out of thin air—as someone who never existed—or as someone who’s already dead."

The sculpted beauty of Griffith’s face darkened into an eerie chill. With a faint smile, he retorted, "So what does Mr. Leclair believe, that I’m the former or the latter?"

"The latter," Ignatius replied slowly, his piercing eyes locking onto Griffith’s, enunciating each word. "Mr. Griffith, you’ve clearly returned from Hell itself. Unless you explain your origins thoroughly today, South Asia won’t be big enough to accommodate your presence."

Griffith sneered, "If I’m already dead, there’s nothing more to say. You Leclair Family folk aren’t indigenous to South Asia either. Since you forbid the commoners from lighting the lamps while setting fires yourselves, let’s settle this today as men of action."

Ignatius nodded slightly, his tone neutral yet decisive as he replied, "Then I have no choice but to send Miss Leah back to the Golden Triangle first."

Griffith’s expression shifted imperceptibly, while Delphine tensed in alarm, blurting, "What have you done to Leah?"

Currently, Griffith’s dominant forces were concentrated here in South Asia. If Leah were sent back to the Golden Triangle, hostile enemies would surely pursue her, leaving her no chance of survival.

Seeing Delphine’s urgent reaction, the man finally shifted his attention onto her. His gaze was icy and filled with an unmistakable disappointment.

Between the Squire siblings and him, Ah Fu had always chosen them, never him. Ignatius’ phoenix-shaped eyes dimmed slightly, and he said flatly, "You should’ve figured this out by now—I’ve never hidden these matters from you."

Delphine’s face paled faintly, her trembling fingertips clenching tightly. After a long pause, she managed to ask, her voice quivering, "Did you mobilize the Shaw Family’s Major General and send him to the Squire Manor?"