Chapter 635
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In the meantime, Neil and the others also had to manage the logistics of the Dominion Vanguard’s payout–ten billion dollars‘ worth of spirit ore mines, ten billion dollars‘ worth of spiritual medicine, and ten billion dollars in cash.
In addition, since the wagers on the duel had reached hundreds of billions of dollars, the immense wealth they had reaped was to be reinvested into nurturing the next generation of recruits for the Legion.
They refused to let Lawrence and Ashton’s fight go for nothing. They would ensure the Legion reclaimed its honor and returned to its former greatness. Ashton had his own tasks to attend to, just as they did.
In that instant, a low whistle of wind carried away the lingering traces of spiritual energy as the rain began to fall in earnest, washing away the remnants from the ground.
“Ashton…” Leona murmured as she walked up to Ashton.
She intended to talk to him, but stopped short when she noticed that Ashton’s eagle–like gaze was locked onto Flint, the ruler of the criminal underworld of Javonbury.
They were both far apart, but the killing intent between them was palpable, signaling a level of danger that was absolute and immediate.
Ashton certainly hadn’t forgotten about Flint.
“I’ve killed off 20 of your Shadow Blade assassins, Mr. Vance! You must have taken quite the effort to cultivate these assassins, right? You must be heartbroken right now, right, Mr. Vance?” Ashton’s voice was laced with a chilling sneer as he brazenly provoked Flint.
There were only six more days until Flint’s 80th birthday celebration. That day was destined to be Flint’s last, marking the moment Ashton would seize the title of the ruler of the criminal underworld of Javonbury.
He knew that claiming the title meant commanding half of Javonbury’s influence–a move vital for the Legion’s expansion. He wanted Javonbury to become the Legion’s new stronghold.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Flint said as he slowly rose from his seat, intending to leave the scene. He naturally wouldn’t acknowledge his connection to the Shadow Blade.
Irina, standing nearby, cast a long, thoughtful glance at Ashton, unable to comprehend why he would purposely provoke Flint.
Ashton flashed a mocking grin, his voice dripping with pure contempt while saying, “You should make the most of the next few days since they’ll be your last, Mr. Vance. You, an impotent man, aren’t fit to be the ruler of the criminal underworld of Javonbury!”
Upon hearing that, everyone at the scene was stunned. They swallowed nervously as their gazes shifted between Ashton and Flint, as if considering the truth of the secret Ashton had just exposed.
“Is the Sage actually impotent?”
“That can’t be right. How could the Sage be impotent when a crowd of women always flanks him?”
“There has been a rumor that’s been making the rounds for a few decades…”
“I wonder what Ashton seeks to gain by openly inciting the Sage’s fury. Is it possible that the rumors were true? Is Ashton actually trying to topple the Sage and take over as the ruler of the criminal underworld of Javonbury?”
“There have been rumors circulating that Ashton intends to officially challenge the Sage for his title as the ruler of the criminal underworld of Javonbury on his 80th birthday celebration, right in front of all the factions!
“It has been decades since the Sage held an iron grip over the criminal underworld of Javonbury, but at long last, a true challenger has emerged to contest his reign.”
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