Chapter 106 n Influence (Part Two)


    Jon understood. He took a step forward and ced himself in front of Zen. Then with a low voice, he


    said, "Just let it go, Randall. Fighting with a kid will not make you look good."


    "Out of the way, Jon. His life is mine to take!" Randall roared. Normally, Randall would consider Jon''s


    advice. But now he hadpletely lost it. He couldn''t think about anything else except tearing Zen


    apart.


    "Randall, just because you have the Zhuge family supporting you, you think you can do whatever you


    want?" Jon''s face darkened. It seemed that Randall was not going to think rationally.


    "So what? You want a fight?" Randall clenched his fists. As white tufts of frost covered his hands, the


    air around Randall shimmered with cold. This was Randall''s life vitality.


    "You think I am afraid of you?" Jon didn''t flinch at Randall''s rage.


    Seeing that the two were going to fight, Roger became impatient.


    "I''m in no mood to watch you two fight. Just let Martin go. Jon, if you can''t get it done, I will go find my


    uncle," Roger said with displeasure written all over his face. He had been confident that Jon could


    handle the issue. Randall could do this the easy way or the hard way, but apparently, he had chosen


    thetter.


    Jon''s expression changed at Roger''s words. If Roger''s uncle were involved, it would take this situation


    to a whole different level. Jon didn''t want that. He said quickly, "Young master, there is no need to


    trouble your uncle with such a little thing."


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    Roger shrugged. He gestured around the yard and asked, "To me, it seems that they don''t want to


    release Martin. Do you have any ideas?"


    Jon turned to Randall. "You heard the young master. If you don''t release Martin, the Flying Dragon


    General will be involved. If that happens, this can get really ugly for you."


    The Flying Dragon General was one of themanders who were in charge of Dragon Fort. Nobody


    knew the depth of his force. His reputation, however, was well-known. For his achievements and skill,


    he had earned the title of ''anchor'' of the Dragon Fort. The Flying Dragon General was undoubtedly the


    most famous general of the Imperial Army!


    "He.. He knows the Flying Dragon General?" Randall''s expression conveyed the skepticism he felt


    when he heard what Jon had said.


    If Roger had the support and protection of the Flying Dragon General, Randall would release Martin at


    once. But Randall had been through a lot of battles. He wasn''t a man who would be easily intimated by


    words.


    "Try crossing me, and you''ll find out!" Roger said calmly. Compared with Zen, his attitude was


    indifferent toward Randall, an undeniably stronger opponent. Roger had a domineering air that was


    exclusive to someone born with privilege, such as disciples from noble ns.


    "This is the young master of the Meng n. As to his rtionship with the Flying Dragon General, you


    can take a wild guess now that you know his identity," Jon sneered.


    It was only when he heard the mention of the Meng n that Randall came to understand the situation.


    It was no small wonder that Jon had dared to offend the Zhuge n. Jon had the Meng n behind


    him now. Not only did they put pressure on Randall with the Meng n''s name, but they also


    threatened to involve the Flying Dragon General.


    Randall wasn''t some green boy. He knew what decision to make if the situation changed.


    Fren did have a certain reputation on which Randall could rely. But now the young master of the Meng


    n was standing in front of him.


    Randall sighed as he knew there was no wiggle room left. Still, making a concession was never a


    pleasant experience. As feelings of resentment coursed through Randall, he turned and shot Zen a


    venomous re.


    Roger, understanding that he had won, gave a coldugh and turned to leave.


    If Roger involved the Flying Dragon General in this, Randall knew it wouldn''t end well for him. "Okay,"


    Randall said through gritted teeth. "I will let Martin go!"


    "Great!" Roger looked back when he heard Randall. Then he insulted the man further with a mocking


    retort. "We could have saved ourselves a lot of talking if you had been wiser."


    Randall didn''t respond to Roger''s riposte. He turned to the side and asked his aplice to bring


    Martin.


    Randall was a tough guy, yet with a few words, and Roger had bent Randall to his will. Zen was


    impressed. Disciples from noble ns really knew how to achieve their goals by merely mentioning the


    influence of their ns! Inparison, an individual with no supporting n seemed so small and


    powerless.


    Zen had no n influence he could count on. All he had was his force, his fists.


    But that was okay. He would climb to the apotheosis of body refining based on his skills. Then, he


    would have his influence!


    Soon Martin was brought to the yard.


    The bruises all over his body implied that he had been beaten badly while in captivity. However, his


    calm expression and his state of mind conveyed that he was fine. Such injuries were not a big deal for


    a body refiner who was half a step into the nature level.


    Like others, when Martin saw Zen, he looked as if he had just seen a ghost.


    "Zen… bro, you''re alive! You''re still alive!" Martin eximed excitedly.


    "Yeah, Martin, I survived," Zen replied with a smile.


    "That''s great, wonderful..." Martin muttered. Throughout his imprisonment, Martin had been tormented


    over the death of his brothers during the fight with the de locusts. It wasn''t theshes meted out to


    him that pained Martin the most. No, it was the thought that Zen had sacrificed himself by volunteering


    to bait the queen de locust to save Martin. All these times, Martin had not been able to stop thinking


    about what had happened. It was true that Martin med himself. If only he hadn''t been so careless! If


    he had noticed there was something wrong with the marching route early enough, those people


    wouldn''t have died.


    How Zen had survived was beyond Martin''s understanding. The sight of Zen standing in the yard


    unscathed filled Martin with surprise and joy.


    "Zen, Randall is responsible for all this. He is the culprit!" Martin turned to Randall and pointed as he


    spoke, "As I recall, I had no beef with you before. But you changed our marching route without


    permission, which put my teammates'' lives on the line. I will give my life to hold you responsible for


    your actions!"