NovelEnglishChapter 1227 After giving everyone a quick heads-up, he walked over to stand by a window before answering the phone Meanwhile, Nash also received a call from Melody.
“Nash, why aren’t you hyet?” Melody asked in an aggrieved tone.
“Are you drinking? Who are you drinking with? Are there any other women with you?” “I'm having drinks with the Warden of the Southern Territory. Would you like to join us?” “Well... I'll pass. Bringsfood when you head back, though. | haven't had dinner yet!” “Alright. | should be heading hsoon!”.
Nash hung up the phone.
He returned to the table at the stas Artoile did.
Artoile asked abruptly, “Nash, are you in Sagen for the establishment of the Southern Martial Alliance?” Nash shook his head. “I'm here to prevent the establishment of the alliance.” That stunned Artoile, and he asked in a low voice, “Why?”.
Nash glanced at Artoile as he replied, “For the sake of the dozens of lives that the Cosmos Martial Arts Hall and Meyer Fist Martial Arts Hall lost!” Everyone present fell silent upon hearing that.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe scene turned as silent as a graveyard.
Artoile had a solemn look on his face as he asked, “What do you mean by that?” Dozens of lives...
Would something as major as that not have shocked the entire country? Yet, he had never heard of anything of that sort.
Nash told them the devastating story of what had happened to the Cosmos Martial Arts Hall and the Meyer Fist Martial Arts Hall.
When Artoile finished listening to Nash's story, he immediately turned to Sicard and said, “Get someone to confirm the story!” Sicard immediately retrieved his phone and began making calls.
Artoile narrowed his eyes and said, “The Freeman family said they'r establishing the Southern Martial Alliance to bring together the members of the world of martial arts and ensure that even hermits hiding in the mountains have a family as well!” Nash scoffed. “Do you really believe that?” Artoile took a sip of tea. “I used to believe it, but after arriving at Sagen and giving it more thought, it seems tothat the Freeman family has ulterior motives!” Nash said with confidence, “Not seemingly but definitely. They're trying to take over the martial arts scene in the South and replace the Jonford Martial Arts Association. They're going against the formally established associations!” An odd look appeared on Artoile’s face, and he gazed at Nash intently as he asked, “Isn't the Southern Martial Alliance backed up by the National Martial Bureau?” “What if they've beccorrupt as well?” “Well...” Artoile’s heart hurt so much it felt like someone had taken a hammer to it.
If even the National Martial Bureau had turned corrupt, the whole of Drakonia would be done for.
That was an extremely serious problem.
Nash said calmly, “You don’t have to worry about problems in the world of martial arts. | just hope the Southern Territory will draw sdistance between themselves and the Freeman family!” Given his current power, Nash no longer feared the possibility of battle between the four territories.
However, there was no need to offend them.
If he did, he would end up offending the entire country.
“Qadry, passa cigarette!” Artoile said slowly.
Qadry wanted to say no, but after giving it sthought, he retrieved.
a cigarette and lit it for Artoile.
It had been a long tsince Artoile smoked. He took a long drag of his cigarette.
Given his current position, he no longer trusted what outsiders told him at face value.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThat was the seven for Nash, whom he owed a massive favor.
Nash did not rush Artoile along when he saw him sink into deep thought. Instead, he turned to have drinks with Eric and the others.
After several more rounds of drinks, Sicard’s phone rang.
Everyone at the table immediately fell silent.
Artoile took in another deep drag of his cigarette.
Sicard answered the phone.
“Colonel, things at both the Cosmos Martial Arts Hall and the Meyer Fist Martial Arts Hall are as usual!” his subordinate reported back to him over the phone.
Stunned, Sicard immediately asked in a low voice, “Did you check properly? Did you ask the leaders of the martial arts halls?” The man on the other end of the line answered, “Yes, | have. | even sent someone to drop by the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association!” “Alright, got it!” Sicard hung up the phone.
Nash’s eyebrows furrowed themselves together slightly.
Odd looks also appeared on everyone else's faces.
-Sicard chuckled dryly. “It looks like Mr. Calcraft might have received sincorrect information. Let's continue drinking!”
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