It had been arranged for a long time.
The Dark Sect had thirty-six outposts, which were essentially thirty-six intelligence stations. Intelligence was their primary resource. This was the power Mr. Berger held in his hands. Of course, this was only in secret. Openly, there were many military forces in the various military districts that could be mobilized. Now that Mr. Berger was gradually retiring, Robin Bailey was taking over.
“Yu Mountain City is rich in jade and stone resources. Many forces have been established here, including a considerable number of individuals from the northern region of West State who openly violate the prohibition and engage in battles. Our people have attempted to suppress them, but they disappear too quickly, and we have not been successful in eradicating them. Among these individuals, Hadden White from the north leads the Black Dragon Society and frequently violates the prohibition,” Osbert reported.
It was forbidden for martial artists to venture into the northern region.
“Hadden White, the Black Dragon Society?” Robin Bailey’s eyes flickered with a hint of killing intent. According to his investigation, wasn’t Hadden White behind the Wraith family?
“What about the whereabouts of the Shadow Killers?” Robin Bailey suddenly asked.
“The Shadow Killers?” Osbert, upon hearing this, appeared somewhat bewildered before responding, “I have never heard of the Shadow Killers or anything related to them.”
“Never mind, then,” Robin Bailey waved his hand dismissively.
Robin Bailey wondered if he could gather information about the whereabouts of the Shadow Killers here. For now, it seemed he had not even heard of them, but that was normal. After all, the Shadow Killers were like shadows-only a few people truly cared about them. They would suddenly strike you, catching you off guard, and leaving you bleeding on the spot. That was the principle of the Shadow Killers.
After providing some information, Robin Bailey left. Isabella Turner was waiting for him at the door. She was dressed in a small, delicate blue floral dress, radiating both maturity and cuteness.
“Let’s go,” Robin Bailey gestured.
“Okay,” Isabella Turner obediently followed behind Robin Bailey.
However, there was a Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance, and a well-dressed man bowed to Robin Bailey and said, “I have been informed by my master that you have just finished dinner and might need some afternoon tea to refresh yourself. Therefore, he specifically sent me to invite you to the tea pavilion for a conversation. Would you honor us with your presence?”
“And who is your master?” Robin Bailey inquired.
“Wheeler Winfield,” the man lowered his head and replied.
Upon hearing this name, Isabella Turner turned her head and said to Robin Bailey, “Wheeler Winfield, the youngest son of the Winfield family, has just returned from abroad. He is quite mysterious, and I don’t know much about him.”
Robin Bailey didn’t know much either. According to the investigation by the Wolf Guards, Wheeler Winfield didn’t stand out, but within the Winfield family, he held significant influence.
Such a person piqued Robin Bailey’s interest.
“Very well,” Robin Bailey agreed.
Soon, the two of them got into the car, and shortly after, they arrived at a secluded tea house. After getting out of the car, Isabella Turner sniffed the air and remarked, “Although this tea house is not large, the ingredients used are very expensive. They are all precious treasures.”
Although she was not well-liked in the Turner family, she still came from a prominent lineage. She knew more about certain things than others.
She could tell these were valuable tea leaves.
“It seems that Wheeler Winfield is quite sincere,” Robin Bailey smiled faintly.
Not only did he possess sincerity, but he also harbored killing intent. Many people were lying in ambush here.
However, ambushing him, the first War God of Kisia, was not a wise decision, as it had always been him ambushing others. He was not someone who could be ambushed by others.
“Let’s go.” Robin Bailey waved his sleeve and led Isabella Turner inside. The interior had an ancient and nostalgic feel, resembling the layout of the Eastern Land. Servants were bowing around a pathway, and someone guided them into a room where they finally met the so-called Young Master Winfield.
He was dressed in a fitted, plain-colored attire, appearing to be in his mid-twenties with a faint smile on his face as he sat cross-legged at a small wooden table. The table was adorned with various tea sets.
Standing beside him was a woman wearing a Tang-style dress, styled similarly to a kimono but actually a Tang suit. Her hair was elegantly coiled, revealing her delicate face adorned with appropriate makeup.
At this moment, she exuded a sense of elegance. However, her Tang-style dress was quite short, exposing an extremely alluring thigh that drew attention with every step. “Bonnie Winfield, this woman is Wheeler Winfield’s sister. Boss, she’s the same woman who scorned and insulted you at the auction. She’s not a good person,” Isabella Turner recognized the woman, the heiress of the Winfield family. She possessed some beauty, but her character was far from commendable.
However, the reason Isabella spoke so harshly was mainly due to Bonnie Winfield exposing her thighs, which appeared quite seductive and triggered an inexplicable sense of threat. A disconcerting feeling indeed.
Isabella even felt tempted to loosen her own blue floral dress to compare thighs with her, although she couldn’t fathom where this sense of threat came from.
“Isabella, wasn’t it only natural last time? A beggar, wasn’t he despised by everyone? Do you dare say you didn’t think that way at the time? Heh, it was just my misunderstanding of this gentleman last time. I’m willing to take the blame and punish myself with three cups to make amends,” Bonnie Winfield lifted her wine glass and downed it in one go.
Exactly three cups. After drinking, she became a bit tipsy, her face slightly flushed. Her attire even slipped down a bit, revealing some fair shoulders and exquisite collarbone as if she were oblivious, creating a slightly alluring atmosphere in the small room.
Her gaze turned somewhat hazy. She even turned her head to look at Robin Bailey, pursing her sensual lips.
This scene would make any man’s blood surge, unable to control himself. Bonnie Winfield believed that this man before her, Robin Bailey, would definitely succumb to her charms.
She had that much confidence.
Moreover, she now noticed that this young man looked much better than she had imagined. Her brother had asked her to seduce him before, and she had been reluctant.
But now, upon seeing him, she was willing. He truly had a handsome appearance, not disappointing at all.
However, just as she was feeling a bit woozy, about to collapse into Robin Bailey’s embrace, suddenly a woman appeared by her side.
She lifted Bonnie’s clothes and covered her up tightly, both from above and below. “You didn’t even realize your clothes were slipping off. Honestly, don’t catch a cold.
Your face is so red, you must be drunk. Young Master Winfield, you don’t have a suitable place to rest here. Take your sister to have a break.
Otherwise, who knows what inappropriate things might happen later,” that woman was Isabella Turner. She spoke in a protective and somewhat fierce tone.