“But what?” Flynn quickly pressed for answers.
Braiden thought for a moment, his voice tinged with uncertainty, “Mr. Powell agreed to help, and as we discussed the plan to seize Bloodwort, King of Poison received a phone call.”
“King of Poison called the other party Mr. Victor. You also mentioned that Black Mamba escorted someone to Pelens.”
“I suspect that the person behind King of Poison is Zion from Pelens!”
“Zion?” Flynn’s eyes narrowed sharply.
Him again!
Last time, the Jewelry King mentioned that the Hussain family owned the Dragon Blood Gem a hundred years ago.
Now Zion is also behind King of Poison?
“Yes, anyone who can command King of Poison is no ordinary figure. Zion, as a prince of Pelens and the fifth in his family, I think it could be him!”
“Of course, it’s just a guess; I can’t be sure. After all, King of Poison went outside after receiving the call, and I didn’t hear the voice of the person on the other end,” Braiden admitted uncertainly.
A flicker of suspicion crossed Flynn’s eyes as he shook his head, “If it were Zion, King of Poison should have known, right?”
“I killed King of Poison, and he never mentioned this.”
The day King of Poison was killed, he had revealed nothing, almost ignorant of everything.
With the renown of a prince of Pelens, wouldn’t King of Poison know?
Was King of Poison hiding something before his death?
Braiden gave a wry smile, “Zion’s name is indeed well-known in Shipmeda State, but Mr. Victor is a name only familiar to some in Pelens.”
“And since King of Poison was from the Northern Territory, it’s normal he didn’t know Mr. Victor was Zion.”
Hearing this, Flynn felt relieved and then asked, “Have you ever met Zion?”
“Three times.”
“Does he have a black dragon tattoo at the base of his thumb?”
“A black dragon tattoo?” Braiden paused, then shook his head, “No, definitely not.”
No?
Strange!
Could it not be Zion?
Flynn’s brow furrowed, his face clouded with doubt.
Harriet’s birthday is the day after tomorrow, and Zion will be in Niarak. It seems these questions will only be answered then.
Flynn decided he needed a proper meeting with him.
Cruz and Yves also had their brows tightly knitted, unsure of what Flynn was investigating.
But seeing Mr. Clark’s grave expression, Mr. Victor must be very important to him.
That might be why Mr. Clark is reluctant to accept military duties from Shelon.
They dared not ask more, only standing by, silently observing.
“Mr. Clark, I’ve told you everything I know.”
“Please, for the sake of my honesty, spare the other members of the Swanson family,” Braiden begged once more, tears streaming down his face.
Having angered this great deity, he was doomed but sought a sliver of hope for his family.
A single word from the King of the Underworld, and the Hussain family would be obliterated!
“Take him away!” Flynn turned to Cruz and walked aside.
“Bang!”
With a single slap, Cruz turned Braiden into a mess of gore.
“Boss, if there’s nothing else, we should leave,” Yves said, noticing Flynn’s grim expression, eager to avoid further trouble.
At that moment, Flynn merely stated, “My clothes are dirty.”
Huh?
As Yves and Cruz prepared to leave, this comment stopped them in their tracks.
Seeing the blood splattered on Flynn, they immediately understood his meaning.
He wanted to change his clothes!
Impressive.
They had endured a brutal scene and now had to leave their clothes behind…
Cruz gestured to the few bloodstains on his outfit, shrugging clearly, the blood from killing Braiden had splattered on him.
Mr. Clark certainly wouldn’t want it.
Reluctantly, Yves took off his suit jacket and handed it over pitifully.
“You guys handle this!”
After changing into the suit, Flynn left them with these words and descended the mountain.
Yves and Cruz were dumbfounded, exchanging looks of disbelief.
They were being treated as mere laborers!
Today had truly been disastrous. Not only had they encountered the moody King of the Underworld, endured his scolding, and ruined a set of expensive suits, but now they were also tasked with cleaning up the aftermath.
Was there any way out?
Could they dare to refuse?
As Flynn recalled various clues, he had just descended two hundred meters from the mountaintop when he spotted Layla and her servant ascending.
“You’re not dead?” Kimber exclaimed in shock upon seeing Flynn unharmed.
Given the dreadful events that had occurred at Cloudgate Mountain, she suspected it was the work of Maximo’s enemies.
It was astonishing that Flynn had been on the mountain and not mistakenly killed by these enemies.
“You haven’t died, how could I dare die first?” Flynn retorted, looking at Kimber irritably.
Kimber was so infuriated by his remark that she nearly choked with rage, glaring fiercely at Flynn.
“Did you kill those people at the foot of the mountain?” Layla asked Flynn, a trace of suspicion in her eyes.
“Yes, any objections?” Flynn responded coldly.
What!
All of this was Flynn’s doing?
Had the recent strange phenomenon also been caused by Flynn? What terrifying power must he possess?
Greater Sovereign!
Was Flynn a Greater Sovereign?
“Nonsense! You, a nobody, how could you possibly have such power?” Kimber, unable to believe it, looked towards the mountaintop and suddenly pointed, “Miss, look, who are those two?”
Atop the mountain, Cruz was on the phone with his guard team, and Yves, concerned about official interference with Flynn, was also making calls, requesting discreet handling of the situation.
“God of War Cruz? The other looks like Heavenly King Yves!” Layla exclaimed in surprise.
Cruz was understandable, but the Northern Territory’s Heavenly King of the Nation in Niarak?
That was a Greater Sovereign!
A towering giant of Ostrad!
A dragon above the clouds!
Despite her extensive connections, Layla was not yet at a level to interact with the Heavenly King of the Nation.
Accustomed to encountering significant figures, Layla felt a surge of emotion.
Kimber, smitten, admired Yves’s majestic physique and chiseled face, her heart fluttering.
Heavenly King of the Nation was the dream lover of countless young women, whom she had only seen on TV. Today, she had met him in person, and he was so close.
This insight thrilled Kimber.
“Yes, I left them to handle the scene, what about it?” Flynn asked nonchalantly.
Upon hearing this, Jade stiffened, scoffed, and scornfully said, “Could your boasting at least be logical?”
“Who are they? One a God of War, the other a heavenly king, both generals commanding armies, not servants you can leave to clean up!”
“As far as I know, only the elders of Dragonguard can command Yves.”
“If you could actually direct him, everyone in Ostrad would have to pay heed to you!”
It wasn’t that she disbelieved.
Flynn’s claim was simply unrealistic.
A convict commanding the Heavenly King of the Nation was ludicrous!
It wasn’t her fault.
When news reached the Imperial Center that Flynn had defeated Demon Island Prison’s ten supreme guardians, even the Dragonguard didn’t believe it.
Only after an Earthly Sovereign sent by them was beaten so badly by Flynn that he couldn’t recognize his own mother did Dragonguard believe it.
“I’ve got it, God of War Cruz was provoked by Braiden and came to Niarak to kill him.”
“It must be so!” Kimber asserted confidently.
Layla, however, frowned and murmured softly, “If it’s because of this, how do we explain Maximo’s death? He didn’t seem to have offended Cruz.”
After saying this, Layla saw Cruz and Yves descending from the mountain…