NovelEnglishHendrix rubbed his nose slightly. “No, I'm sure you'll be interested. We have information on Wyatt Young's descendants!” Nash's grip on his teacup tightened slightly upon hearing that.
He had seen the name ‘Wyatt Young in the Young Gardens previously. That was one of his father’s brothers.
Hendrix smiled slightly. “Wyatt is your father’s younger brother.
This is information that is only available to members of the Divine Strategy Squadron!” Nash continued sipping on his tea. “Well, if you know that | grew up on Tili Mountain, you should also know that I'm not particularly attached to the Young family!” Hendrix drew in a deep breath and leaned toward Nash before he said in a low voice, “What if | told you that the Church of the Netherworld was involved in your father’s infection by parasitic poison, the sudden changes in the National Martial Bureau, and even the Young family's destruction?” Nash's eyes widened slightly as waves of emotion washed over
him.
Hendrix had only mastered the Profound Reality Realm, and Nash could crush him in his palm if he wanted to. There was no way Hendrix had the guts to lie to him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIf everything Hendrix said was true, that would mean there was a high chance the Church of the Netherworld was trying to stage a comeback in Drakonia.
Hendrix seemed to be in no rush. He also picked up his teacup to gulp down several mouthfuls of tea.
Around five minutes had passed, and Hendrix was about to begin drinking his third cup of tea. Nash asked in a low voice, “Does the Church of the Netherworld have a spy in the National Martial Bureau?” Upon hearing that, Hendrix abandoned any thought of drinking his tea. He put his cup down and replied, “What | just told you is a Class- A secret, and | had to be granted specific permissions to tell you that information.
“The questior"you just asked requires divulging Class-S
information, and | have no right to share it with you. Given your skills, you'll be able to rise up the ranks and become an Elder if you join the Divine Strategy Squadron.
“That will grant you access to even more classified information!” Nash rolled his eyes at Hendrix. “You came to the Cosmos Martial Arts Hall just so you could meet me, didn't you?” Hendrix chuckled awkwardly as a way of agreeing.
After several more seconds of silence, Nash said, “Have the individual with the most authority in your organization come speak to me!” He was not against joining the Divine Strategy Squadron.
After all, the sort of information this organization had access to was miles better than what Theo had.
A glint appeared in Hendrix's eyes. “Alright, I'll get in touch with them immediately!” Nash's phone buzzed just as Hendrix was about to begin making a phone call.
It was a text message from Melody: [Are you free for dinner together tomorrow night?] Nash replied: [OK.] Hendrix soon wrapped up his conversation with the organization. He smiled as he said, “The First Elder will be here tomorrow. Perhaps you could give me your number?” Nash and Hendrix exchanged phone numbers.
That afternoon, Nash summoned several martial arts masters and taught them the martial arts of inner energy.
Atlas and Jesebel took a helicopter back to Jonford.
As the sun began setting, Lazarus contacted Nash and told him that Thibault had made a full recovery. The two wanted to travel to the city to thank Nash in person, but he graciously turned down their offer.
“Master Hoffman has had a feast prepared at the hotel for you, Mr. Nash. Shall we head over now?” Waldo spoke to Nash in a respectful tone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis respect for Nash now had gone through the roof.
Not only had Nash cured him of his illness, but Nash had also taught them the Internal Mind Technique.
Waldo had engaged in meditation using the teachings of the Internal Mind Technique for about three hours, and his skills had very nearly managed to achieve the grandmaster level.
“Please thank Master Hoffman on my behalf. | have some other
matters to attend to in the evening. We can have dinner together some other day!” “Alright... In that case, allow me to escort you to your car, Mr.
Calcraft!” ‘Waldo summoned Winston and Wendy over so that they could escort Nash to his car together.
Winston was sad to see Nash leave.
‘Wendy blushed profusely as she said, “Nash, I've sent you a follow request. Remember to accept it!” Nash was stunned. “What follow request?” ‘Wendy blinked, a shimmer appearing in her eyes as she said shyly, “A follow request on Instagram. | asked Mr. Kennedy to share your social media handles with me!” Nash laughed. “I'll take a look later!” A BMW was parked outside the martial arts hall.
The window rolled down as Nash and the others walked out of the building.
‘When Winston and Wendy saw Melody sitting in the passenger
seat, their eyes immediately widened.
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