Chapter 1075 Enrolling In The Martial Arts Conference
Chapter 1075 Enrolling in the Martial Arts Conference
Tiger nodded. "Yes," he affirmed. Chris was clear in his instructions, and Tiger executed them precisely.
Each step Chris took was calcted and deliberate. ncing at James Mester, Chris remarked,
"James Mester, take extra care of the Martial Hall matters. Since we''ve initiated this, we must excel,
promoting Amerosia''s martial arts; it''s a meaningful endeavor." Evidently, Chris intended to delegate
the Martial Hall affairs to James Mester. For Chris, he never enjoyed dealing with specific matters, nor
did he have the time for it. James Mester assured, "Boss, you can trust me. I won''t let you down." Chris
stood up, stating, "Good, if you need anything, you can approach Tiger. If you need money, just let me
know, I''ll take care of it." James Mester nodded in acknowledgment, remaining silent. Chris entrusted
the responsibility of Martial Hall to James Mester and Tiger. His focus remained on Esther, Yang
Panpan, and the Chester Group.
Meanwhile, in the outskirts of the East Coast, an abandoned factory stood. "Branch head, sir,"
Guardian Michael stood before Devil''s Frown, visibly apprehensive. Behind Devil''s Frown stood
thousands of Ghost Sect disciples, each wearing ghost masks, emitting an eerie aura. Unbeknownst to
many, the Ghost Sect had stealthily infiltrated the East Coast! Despite James Mester establishing a
security team to govern East Coast''s security, most of his resources were concentrated in the city area.
The outskirts, vast and of minimal value, were sparsely popted, receiving rtively little attention
from James Mester. This allowed the Ghost Sect to sessfully prate the outskirts. Nevertheless,
it took great effort for Devil''s Frown to achieve this. Further infiltration into the city area was deemed
impossible; nearly a hundred thousand employees of the East Coast Security Company popted the
entire city area. Not a single movement could escape James Mester''s watchful eyes and ears!
Devil''s Frown, with a wry smile, addressed Guardian Michael, "I heard you''ve be Chris''s disciple
today..." Before Devil''s Frown could finish, Guardian Michael immediately knelt down, tearfully
pleading, "Branch head, sir, I had no choice! If I didn''t be Chris''s disciple, I couldn''t get close to
him. Please, sir, understand my predicament!" Witnessing Guardian Michael''s tearful disy, Devil''s
Frown gestured for him to rise, stating, "It''s all right. I understand this is Chris''s scheme, an attempt to
sow discord between us. I won''t fall for it easily." "Thank you, sir," Guardian Michael expressed his
gratitude. Devil''s Frown continued, "Tomorrow is the registration for the martial arts conference. You will
register immediately. You know the consequences if the mission isn''tpleted..." The unspoken
consequences were clear to Guardian Michael, a shrewd individual. Failure toplete the mission
would result in disciplinary action ording to the sect''s rules, a thought that sent shivers down
Guardian Michael''s spine. He hastily promised, "Sir, rest assured, I will fulfill the task." With that,
Guardian Michael promptly departed. Watching him leave, Devil''s Frown narrowed his eyes and
to betray the Ghost Sect, kill him immediately!" The figure departed without a word, vanishing like a
wisp of smoke.
Though Devil''s Frown did not confront Guardian Michael earlier, Chris''s disciple status had raised his
suspicions. Regardless of whether Guardian Michael''s actions were voluntary or coerced, Devil''s
Frown would not tolerate any betrayal. "Chris, oh Chris, seems I''ve underestimated you. Your cunning
and schemes are truly fearsome," Devil''s Frown mused. Merely bing a disciple had caused a rift
in the rtionship between Devil''s Frown and Guardian Michael. Whether or not Devil''s Frown believed
in Guardian Michael, this divide was irreparable. In just a few days, a wave of people arrived for
registration, one after another. Even those who simply wanted to spectate couldn''t contain their
excitement. Guardian Michael returned to the Martial Hall, which was bustling with activity. Despite
feeling miserable after being humiliated by Chris previously, he had no choice but to obey the orders of
the sect leader. Guardian Michael also understood that although Devil''s Frown hadn''t said anything, his
decision to be Chris''s disciple had sparked a hint of suspicion in the sect leader''s mind.
Having been a part of the Ghost Sect for over a decade, Guardian Michael knew the sect leader well.
Devil''s Frown was naturally suspicious and unforgiving toward anyone who dared to betray him!
"Sigh..." Guardian Michael sighed softly, feeling bitter. If it weren''t for Chris, he wouldn''t have ended up
in this predicament. But it was toote for regrets now. Fulfilling the sect leader''s orders was of utmost
importance. "Piggy!" "Piggy!" "Piggy!" Along the way, Martial Hall''s disciples warmly greeted him.
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Guardian Michael a high status within Martial Hall. His expression remained as dark as a stormy sky.
"What the hell, Piggy?" Despite his anger, he restrained himself. This was Chris''s territory, and causing
a scene here would not be in his best interests.
Soon, Guardian Michael reached the registration area. "Is this where we sign up for the martial arts
conference? I need to register too!" he demanded,cking any courtesy. "Piggy?" The disciple in
charge of registration looked up, surprised. "Piggy, you want to register too?" Guardian Michael
snapped, "Who the hell are you calling Piggy? Stop the nonsense and get me signed up!" "Yes, Piggy,"
the disciple acknowledged, unfazed by Guardian Michael''s tone. Hearing this, Guardian Michael felt
like he was going to explode. It seemed there was no shaking off this "Piggy" nickname.