My Wasted Husband Is in Power, Now! novel Chapter 1402

Lincoln found a name called Alt and clicked on the call button. Soon, the video call connected and a young boy appeared on the screen.

"Uncle Lincoln, long time no see. How are you?"

Alt greeted Lincoln first.

Lincoln looked very embarrassed because Alt was the son of a good friend of his. In the past, Lincoln had taken care of him, but now, as an elder, he had to ask Alt for help.

"Hey, Alt, I'm fine. Oh, no, I'm not okay. I'm not okay... I was fired from Paradise Lost.l, and I've lost my job now. I've also been blackmailed for two hundred thousand purple coins..."

Hearing this, Alt immediately asked in surprise, "Oh, Uncle, what happened? Why were you fired? And why were you cheated of money?"

Alt knew his uncle was clever. He'd always been the one to lie to others. Few could fool him.

"I took in an employee today. He said he wanted to work as a host at my place, so I took him to register for an ID and a purple-gold card. I can guarantee that he's a rookie who just arrived on Celestial King Planet and doesn't have any foundation in cultivation. However, after a while, he claimed to be a cultivator and jumped down from the hotel window on the 200th floor. He even flew back."

Alt was also shocked. "Oh my god, does that mean he's really a cultivator? I don't even know how to fly. Teacher

said that I can only try flying when I reach the level of a disciple."

Lincoln quickly denied it. "No, he's definitely not a cultivator. If he is, it's impossible that he didn't have an ID and a purple-gold card. He's from Mars. I'm guessing that all Martians can fly, or he used some other method. In short, he can't be a cultivator. I can guarantee it!"

Seeing that Lincoln was so confident, Alt didn't doubt him. "Uncle, what do you want me to do? Tell me. Since that guy isn't a cultivator, even if he can fly, he won't be my match. I've already entered the apprentice level. My punches and kicks are injected with spiritual energy. I can cripple him!"

Lincoln smiled back. "Thank you, Alt. That's what I was thinking. I've worked in this hotel for years, but he used despicable means to force me to leave my job. I can't take this lying down! Alt, can you come to the Lost Paradise Hotel? With your identity as an apprentice cultivator, you can definitely expose his true colors!"

Alt smiled. "No problem. I've been cultivating for so long, but I've never fought in real combat. It's great to have a target that can fly and pose no threat to me. Uncle, I'll take the underwater express now. Wait for me!"

Lincoln said, "Okay!"

A few hours later, Jordan had gotten Sam drunk and was ready to leave.