Chapter 2688


    He had to point everyone out?


    Brad panicked. He would offend many people if he did that. Could he still survive then?


    With that thought, Brad shook his head and said, “I can’t do that, Young Patriarch rke. If I point


    everyone out, I’ll die all the same.”


    Philip snorted coldly and said, “Do you think you’ll have a chance to survive in front of the director?”


    Brad trembled at that remark. It was better to offend everyone else than to be punished by the director!


    Thus, Brad slumped to the floor, his eyes dull.


    Seeing his state, Philip did not dwell on this topic and said to Leon behind him, “Vi Master Jefferson,


    please send someone to watch over Mr. Sacha and make sure he’s properly fed and served. After the


    disciplepetition two dayster, bring him in.”


    “Yes, Young Patriarch rke,” Leon responded.


    He was very excited because Philip’s means were simply too explosive. He took down Brad Sacha in


    such a short time.


    He was the person in charge of the Southern Division in the Supernatural Bureau, a high-ranking


    figure. Even Leon had to treat him with respect. However, Brad had knelt in front of Philip.


    This was Philip’s strength and means.


    Soon, the news reached Ernest’s ears in Terrain Vi. Of course, the news was deliberately released


    by Philip to make the opponent flustered so that he would reveal his w and make the wrong move.


    In the main hall, Ernest smashed the teacup in his hand, stood up angrily, and roared, “That damned


    Philip rke wants to drive me to the grave!”


    Ernest already knew all about Brad being detained and Cyril’s confession. Now, he must think of


    countermeasures to resolve the current situation.


    “Men!” Ernest shouted angrily.


    Two guards walked in, knelt on one knee, and said, “Vi Master Turner.”


    “Tell the 12 Killers to set off immediately! If they don’t bring Cyril’s head back with them, they can atone


    with their deaths!” Ernest roared in a rage.


    “Yes!”


    The two guards responded and quickly left the main hall.


    Ernest stood in the hall, his breathing rapid. His eyes were full of chills. He had been oppressed by


    Jenkins Singer for many years. Now that Jenkins was finally dead and he could show off his prowess,


    he must not let everything be in vain.


    After giving the order, Ernest paced back and forth in the hall. Finally, he stepped out of the hall and


    said to the guard at the door, “Let’s go up the mountain to see the grandmaster!”


    Soon, Ernest passed through a steep and winding mountain road behind Terrain Vi. He walked up


    and came to a small house on the top of the back mountain. The small house was built here hundreds


    of years ago. It looked ancient and imposing.


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    Ernest stood outside this ancient building and said with a bow, “Ernest Turner requests to see the


    grandmaster!”


    After a long while, the door of the ancient building slowly opened from the inside with bursts of


    fireworks. Then, an old voice came from inside the building and said, “Come in.”


    Ernest immediately walked respectfully and reverently into the ancient building.


    Crack, bang!