At the Gilkes family’s place in St. Sunday, two people were having tea on the second floor. One of them was around fifty, broad and imposing, with an air of dignified aging. Yet there was still an aura of authority in his eyes. This was the head of the Gilkes family, Blake Gilkes.
“Dad, are we really not going out to take a look?” Across from him, a young man in his twenties, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, was frowning at the man in front of him. His name was James Gilkes, Blake Gilkes’s son, and the heir to the Gilkes family.
“Go out? It’s just Mr. X who has come. Do we need to see a skulking rat? Ha, this Mr. X dares to intrude on our Gilkes family. He truly doesn’t know the meaning of death.” Blake Gilkes gave a cold laugh, a flash of arrogance in his eyes. The Gilkes family was a major clan in St. Sunday. Did they need to deal with a Mr. X personally? Preposterous.
However, as soon as the words fell, a corpse flew in from the door, smashing into their wall. Then two figures appeared, one with a tusk mask, and another with an incongruous rabbit mask.
“You don’t need to come out; we’ve let ourselves in,” they said.
Robin adjusted his collar, casting a glance at these two individuals.
A pair of deep, mysterious eyes.
A tusk mask.
Unusually terrifying.
“Mr. X, the one who killed Charles Roach, Mr. X, you do have some ability, managing to break through the layers of my Gilkes family’s defenses and reaching this place. I admit, I underestimated you,” Blake Gilkes slowly said, without even standing up.
In colloquial terms, he had underestimated him.
However, in general, he still looked down on him.
“What? Still so confident? Relying on what? The old man hidden behind the desk? Heh heh heh, let me tell you, that old man poses no threat to me.”
As soon as Robin said this, the previously calm Blake Gilkes suddenly changed color.
He couldn’t hold his teacup steady.
What was happening?
Had he been found out?
This was their family’s ultimate member, a generation of martial arts master, Clarence Saunders, his close friend. Because of the dangerous situation recently, he had specially invited him to stay here.
To escort and protect their clan.
And to protect the Sword of Supreme.
This was the best thing they had to offer their new acquaintance, Lord Whiteford, to ensure their future in the South Province, which had become part of South Land’s territory, and continue to be a large clan.
He wouldn’t be lonely.
For safety, he even had Clarence Saunders hiding behind the desk.
He had a martial arts master choose the method of sneak attack.
Just to be foolproof, but he still didn’t expect to be found out.
“Heh, lad, you do have some insight, knowing that I’m in this room,” said Master Saunders, slowly walking over.
With his youthful face and crane hair.
Dressed in white, he had the look of an expert.
However, he took one look at Robin and said arrogantly, “I see you have some talent, since you could find me in this room. Why don’t you follow me around and wash my feet, how about that?”
“What a joke.”
Jeff Reczek laughed from the back.
“Laughing? Heh, you don’t know how many people want to be my foot-washing minion,” Master Saunders didn’t pay attention to Robin, instead, he sat down and poured himself a cup of tea, drinking leisurely, as if he was not in a hurry and had real confidence.
“Do you know who Master Saunders is? He’s a martial arts master of South Province, who has opened thousands of martial arts schools, with countless disciples, and is revered by many as a respected teacher. His status in South Province is high. You can go out and ask around about Master Saunders’ reputation,” said Blake Gilkes with a look of pride.
“Our Gilkes family is fortunate to have invited Master Saunders. You don’t want to follow him? Do you know how many people outside want to follow Master Saunders?”
“Why don’t you follow him?” Robin asked with his hands behind his back.
“Me?”
Blake Gilkes was stunned, but he reacted in the next second and immediately kicked his son, James Gilkes: “This is your chance.”
“Ah… Oh…”
After being kicked a couple of times, James Gilkes finally reacted. He immediately knelt in front of Clarence Saunders and bowed his head.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
“Master.”
His words were excited, his attitude passionate.
At this time, Blake Gilkes also said, “Master Saunders, this kid is ignorant, that’s his own lack of vision. But my son has it, and my son, James Gilkes, is a dragon and phoenix among people, destined to be great in the future. Even if you accept him and don’t teach him anything, let him be your foot-washing apprentice, that’s okay too.”
At the same time, he also made a hand gesture.
Ten million.
Clarence Saunders looked at the gesture and squinted his eyes: “Alright, this time, I will accept your son. In less than ten years, I will make him famous throughout South Province and become a martial arts master.”
“Good, good, thank you, Master Saunders.”
The two of them played off each other, completing a disciple acceptance ceremony.
It seemed like they had forgotten about Robin and the others.
Until Robin placed one hand on Master Saunders’s shoulder and murmured, “A martial arts master? The last time I met a martial arts master, I ended up beating him to a pulp.”
“That’s because he was worthless,” Master Saunders coldly retorted. He was a genuine expert.
Suddenly, he spun around, his hand swiftly reaching back towards Robin. His movements were quick, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in the air. The resulting explosive sound echoed, his actions flowing like clouds and water, too fast for the eye to follow. Anyone watching would know that they were in the presence of a formidable adversary.
“Master Saunders, this man killed Young Master Roach. The Roach family will reward at least twenty million for his head. Please, kill this pretentious fellow,” Blake Gilkes stood up, a smirk on his face.
“Yes, Master, take him down,” chimed in James Gilkes as he also stood.
Having just sworn loyalty to Master Saunders, James was quite excited. He was eager to witness his new master’s first battle and watch him crush this pretentious Mr. X.
“Alright,” Master Saunders, hearing the promise of twenty million, his eyes glowed with an even stronger murderous intent. He hadn’t expected this man to be so valuable. He was now determined to kill him. His movements became even faster.
However, when he reached out to strike, he froze. His target had vanished. The next moment, he broke out in a cold sweat as he realized that someone had appeared behind him. A hand reached out and ‘again’ landed on his shoulder.
“To be honest, both of you are worthless,” the voice belonged to Robin.
“Damn it!” Master Saunders broke into a cold sweat. He pivoted on the balls of his feet, throwing a punch back, “Inch Punch.”
This was his signature move, the Inch Punch. It was one of the most formidable techniques in martial arts, but due to its complexity, only a few people in Kisia could master it. However, he was one of them. He had practiced for thirty years to master the first level of the Inch Punch.
Excitement flooded his face when his punch connected with Robin, as his Inch Punch had taken effect. However, the next moment, his expression turned ghostly pale, his pupils constricting sharply.
“What a coincidence, I also know the Inch Punch. However, it’s the eighth level Inch Punch,” Robin said with a smile.
His smile, seemingly warm, sent chills down people’s spines. The eighth level Inch Punch!