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Cyril roared in pain, “Argh! How dare you?!” However, before Cyril could continue, Philip’s fist slammed into Cyril’s face like a meteor with raging airwaves! Bang! In an instant, Cyril flew out like a ray of light! Boom! He smashed through more than a dozen towering trees and fell to the ground. As he slid across, a deep pit of dozens of meters was razed on the ground. Smoke billowed! When Cyril fell to the ground and was about to get up, Philip was already in front of him. He raised his foot and stomped on Cyril’s chest. Crack! The sound of broken ribs resounded through the forest trail again! Cyril roared in pain and lost all ability and will to resist. “Argh! You’re so cruel! Let go of me. I’m the master of Terrain Villa and the head of the Hopper family in Beechwood City. You…” Cyril roared but his words were distorted by the pain in his leg and chest. “So annoying!” Philip said coldly and raised his hand to form a sword from condensed air. Puff!

After saying that, Ernest silently left the hall. Stanley sat on the sofa in the hall, took a sip of tea, and said, “Help me get in touch with Mr. Fern of the Northern Division in the Supernatural Bureau.” … Back to Philip’s side. After he returned to the hotel, Leon found him and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, Mr. Sacha of the Southern Supernatural Bureau division has been waiting in the side hall.” Philip hummed and headed toward the side hall without delay. When the door opened, he saw a middle-aged man with a potbelly. He was wearing black-rimmed glasses and sat on the sofa, where he drank tea and ate snacks comfortably. As Philip walked in, the fat middle-aged man put down the snacks in his hand, got up with a smile, and said with a bow, “Young Patriarch Clarke, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Brad Sacha. You’re indeed a talented and good-looking young man. You’re a good role model for the younger generation. With young talent like Young Patriarch Clarke in the South, it’s

Philip sneered and said, “Cyril, if you want to survive and save all your family members, tell the truth. Tell me if the Southern Division of the Supernatural Bureau colluded with you in the incident involving the Warren and Hart families.” Cyril’s eyes flickered as he gritted his teeth and glanced at Brad who had an ugly scowl on his face. He dared not say anything because his whole family was under Brad’s supervision. If he said anything, his entire family would die in the next second! Cyril shook his head and said in a low, weak voice, “Young Patriarch Clarke, I don't know what you’re talking about. I don't know Mr. Sacha at all. This is our first meeting.” Hearing Cyril’s sensible remark, Brad said smugly, “Listen, Young Patriarch Clarke. I don’t know Villa Master Hopper at all. So, those false accusations are slander. You’re framing me.” Hearing this, Philip frowned, looked down at Cyril, and said, “Cyril, you don't have many chances. If you don’t tell the truth now, a

The door of the ancient building was closed, and the room was dark and secluded. Only two rows of dim lamps were lit on both sides of the hall, which seemed very quiet. In the main hall, there were two pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes on each side. On both sides of the pillars, there were ponds about half an arm deep with lotus lamps and some small black fish. 13 steps led up to a high platform at the end of the hall. An ancient podium carved with a dragon stood atop the high platform. At this moment, a withered old man with scant gray hair and a hunched back sat cross-legged on the podium. After Ernest entered, he immediately bent down, walked cautiously to the bottom of the steps, and prostrated on the floor. He greeted, “Grandmaster.” The old man on the podium opened his profound eyes, looked at the kneeling Ernest below, and said in a gruff, deep voice, “Get up.” Ernest stood up but was still bent over. The old man on the podium asked, “Is something wro

The moment the dagger collided with the punch, Ethan’s arm and fist transformed. A layer of metal rippled over the surface of his skin like water waves and quickly disappeared! The dagger stabbed by the assassin broke into pieces! At the same time, Ethan’s punch knocked the assassin back a few steps! The assassin was shocked. Impossible! An ordinary person actually resisted his attack! Moreover, his arm had obviously changed just now! Ethan flexed his hand and said with a smile, “Disciples of the fifth zone have some moves, but it’s not enough.” As he spoke, a rapid string of green numbers flashed in Ethan’s eyes. Strings of gene sequences appeared and disappeared on the surface of Ethan’s skin! Finally, a blue genetic sequence imprint appeared between Ethan’s eyebrows! At the same time, he said, “I’m sorry. I want to sleep and don’t have time to play with you.” With that said, Ethan’s figure disappeared from the sight of the six people! When they saw him again, E