“Do you want to know? I won’t tell you!” Cruz looked at Layla as if she were a fool, sneering.
All of this was Flynn’s doing; he knew that.
But after the way the Tri-Alliance treated him, how could he make it easy for Layla?
Just guess, I won’t tell you.
Moreover, he dared not meddle in matters concerning Mr. Clark.
What if he inadvertently revealed something and got himself into trouble?
It was like the situation with Yves; originally, it had nothing to do with him, but out of sympathy for Yves, he had brought him to Niarak, only to end up getting scolded as well.
He wanted no further involvement in Flynn’s affairs.
Upon hearing this, Layla’s face darkened, and she said coldly:
“Even if Braiden framed you, that is not deserving of death.”
“Not deserving of death?” Cruz sneered. “Not to mention he offended my boss, dying a thousand times wouldn’t be enough.”
“Just for colluding with the King of Poison, Braiden deserves to die!”
“Step back for a moment, even if Braiden didn’t collude with the King of Poison, nor offend my boss, do I need your permission to kill him?”
Layla was taken aback, almost choking.
She knew about Braiden’s connection with the King of Poison.
To kill him for endangering national security was indeed beyond reproach.
But when had Braiden offended the Heavenly king Yves?
Layla was puzzled.
As a subordinate of the God of War, and under the control of General Yancey, it was normal for Cruz to refer to the latter as his boss.
Thus, Layla misunderstood, thinking Cruz’s boss was Yves.
Layla continued with a cold face:
“Even if Braiden deserves to die, isn’t it excessive to kill so many others for one man’s sake?”
Cruz scoffed and said, “My boss has killed; what can you do to him?”
“Go ahead and sue, see how the Imperial Center handles this.”
“But I advise you to let this matter rest, or else you’ll not only fail to bring him down, you’ll crush your own foot.”
With that, Cruz snorted disdainfully and walked past Layla, heading down the mountain.
He had few interactions with Layla, not even enough to call her a friend. If it weren’t for the incident reported by Braiden, he might still be able to chat amicably with her.
Now, this woman dared to accuse him!
He might not have as many connections as her, but with his status as the God of War, he was not far behind.
You weigh eight ounces, I weigh half a pound.
Who gave you the right to look down on me?
Just go ahead and sue if you’re upset.
When the King of the Underworld gets angry, even the Dragonguard tread carefully. Do you really think those old men dare punish the King of the Underworld?
“What kind of temper does Cruz have? He’s just a God of War, so what?” Kimber said, hands on hips, glaring at Cruz’s retreating figure, though not daring to raise her voice.
Then she turned to Layla and sighed, “Miss, why bother questioning so much when Cruz has brought General Yancey into this? It’s out of our hands now.”
“The heavenly king acts without needing to explain to us.”
“Cruz spoke too harshly just now; it got to me, I didn’t think it through,” Layla shook her head, laughing at herself.
“You’re thinking too small, Miss.”
“You’re no worse than Cruz; why bother getting angry with such a crude man?”
“Just wait a couple of years, you’ll definitely enter General Yancey’s circle and completely trample Cruz underfoot!” Kimber said confidently.
Layla nodded, feeling Kimber was right.
Cruz dared to speak to her like that because the gap between them was not wide.
Now, as she was rising like the sun, she believed it wouldn’t be long before she could leave Cruz far behind.
At that time, Cruz would naturally understand the hierarchy.
“Miss, I think Heavenly king Yves likes you!” Kimber blinked, her face full of envy.
Layla shook her head and said, “General Yancey didn’t even know me before, how could he possibly like me? Don’t talk nonsense!”
“You don’t understand, miss. General Yancey fell in love with you at first sight.”
“His gaze lingered on you for quite a while.”
“I’m sure he likes you!” Kimber said with a pursed smile.
Layla tapped her head and laughed helplessly, “Men like to look at beautiful women, even a heavenly king is no exception. After all, he’s just over thirty and full of vigor. A few extra looks are just admiration, not necessarily liking.”
Kimber replied, “Even if it doesn’t mean he likes you, it still shows you’re to his taste, otherwise why wouldn’t he look at me?”
“As long as you’re to his taste, there’s a chance.”
“Miss, you’re so beautiful, I’m afraid a single suggestive glance would make General Yancey fall at your feet.”
“If you were to marry General Yancey, it would be a grand wedding. The elders of the Imperial Center would all send their blessings. Wow! Just thinking about it is exciting.”
Layla smiled and waved her hands dismissively, “Stop right there, I don’t need to rely on their men’s power. I can become the brightest star in Ostrad on my own.”
Although she said this, if Yves confessed his feelings, she would consider it seriously.
As they talked and walked, they reached the top of the mountain.
Upon seeing bodies fallen haphazardly and Braiden, whose flesh was crushed and eyeballs burst out, Kimber vomited outright.
Layla sighed deeply and said somberly, “I told Lilia that Braiden’s personality would be his undoing someday.”
“The result is clear.”
“Indiscriminate and overly confident, he got involved with the King of Poison and offended the heavenly king. Even if I wanted to seek justice for him, I’m powerless to help.”
Layla glanced at Braiden, turned, and began descending the mountain, her expression grave.
Rose’s rapid rise in just two months surely had a powerful backer.
If it wasn’t Cruz, then who could it be?
The unknown is always the most terrifying. Even as strong as Layla was, she couldn’t dominate the world.
Naturally, she was worried.
If Rose’s backer was too powerful, she had to prepare thoroughly.
After all, investing billions of dollars could lead to huge returns or catastrophic losses.
Who was the man behind Rose?
Other than Flynn, who always helped Rose, Layla couldn’t think of anyone else.
Could Flynn be the backer?
But did he qualify?
Layla was somewhat troubled.
“Miss, that bastard Flynn is too despicable,” Kimber spat.
“He always likes to take credit for others’ achievements, and his boasts are getting bigger and bigger. It’s disgusting.”
“He even claimed he beat six Semi-Grandmasters in Northview. In my opinion, we should go there and expose his lies!”
“If the situation there doesn’t match his story, we’ll gather evidence and confront him on the spot!”
Kimber said with a look of disdain.
This woman wasn’t very cunning.
To her, Layla was divine. As long as Layla was there, everything would be fine.
So she still had the mood to think about other things.
As for what other things, naturally, it was disparaging Flynn.
Only by belittling Flynn could she feel happy and accomplished.
“Northview?” Layla suddenly realized, then smiled, “How could I forget about that? Let’s go to Northview and see!”
If the scene really was as Flynn described, defeating a Semi-Grandmaster with a slap, he must be at least at the peak of Grandmaster level.
Great Grandmaster wasn’t out of the question either.
If that was the case, she would have to start taking this unremarkable man seriously.
After all, strength determines one’s circle, and reaching such levels in Martial Arts would surely enhance his connections.