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Darien became desperate. “I know you’ve had conflicts with certain people. More accurately, it’s with certain clans.
However, you don’t need to care about that; it’s not an issue anymore. Those who offended you won’t trouble you
no longer.”
Hearing those, Jack felt even more bewildered.
Darien sounded very confident and firm. Jack could hear from his words that, as long as Jack could help the Hestia
Continent, all those past conflicts would not matter.
The Scarlet Pavilion would help sort everything out and would make sure Jack was happy. That was how the strong
were treated. As long as a person was powerful enough, even eighth-grade clans would not dare challenge him or
her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJack let out a slight smile.
He did not really care about that. After all, if these people dared to come after him, Jack would spare no effort in
taking revenge, and they would pay dearly for their transgression.
Though, if he did not accept it, it would still not look great. Revenge was served when it was deserved, but he still
had to do the things he needed to.
Jack’s lips curled up into a faint smile. “I don’t really care about smoothing things out. After all, those small fries are
nothing to me.”
When he said that, the disciples from the Unbreaking Pavilion and the Compass Pavilion glowered, looking as
though they had tasted something terrible. Still, Jack could care less about what they thought.
He let out a laugh before he added, “If I don’t like those people, I can just kill them. After all, we can fight at the
hundred and eighty meter range as long as both sides agree, right?”
Darien nodded vigorously as he looked at Jack anticipatingly.
Jack let out a laugh before he turned to look at the 180-meter area. At that moment, those two had their eyes shut
while they rested, looking like they were not afraid of anything at all.
Jack scoffed as a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He turned around and nodded to Darien. “Don’t worry, just leave this
to me.”
With that, Jack pulled Rudy into the crowd. “Just help me take care of him.”
Jack thus headed to the Red Sun Monument without even turning. He would not hold back against these shameless,
despicable men.
Watching Jack’s back, Darien frowned as was riddled with slight worry. He had never seen Jack in action before. All
he knew was that Jack’s skills were comparable to chosen disciples from holy-grade clans.
Sending Jack over, Darien was not hoping he would kill them at all. All he wanted was for Jack to scare off the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGolden Continent’s warriors so they would realize that Hestia had no pushover.
A disciple from the Unbreaking Pavilion said anxiously, “Didn’t we say that we wouldn’t do anything for the
moment? Wouldn’t having Jack go there just show that we’re challenging the Golden Continent? They won’t just let
it rest like that!”
They had talked about doing that, and Darien had planned on doing that as well. However, the moment Jack
appeared, Darien forgot about everything other than the hatred in his heart.
The corpses of his fellow disciples-all covered with wounds, and one, in particular, physically gutted-flashed across
his mind. During the match, he was already on the ground and was barely holding on, but Wilde still did not relent.
The memory of how Wilde still resumed his attacks was forever etched in Darien’s mind. How could Darien not be
filled with hatred? These despicable guys should be sent straight to hell!
However, he was not skilled enough and had responsibilities that stopped him from doing what he wanted. He was
forced to swallow that anger in consideration of the bigger picture.
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