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Chapter_251
“Give me a rundown on the Green Bamboo Association,” Nash said, leaning back lazily in his seat, cigarette dangling casually from his fingers as the smoke swirled around him.
Xeno didn’t hesitate. He knew this was the moment to provide all the necessary details.
“The Green Bamboo Association was founded in the early fifties. Their first significant activity was around Grestin.” Xeno paused, allowing Nash to soak in the weight of the history. “Grestin was still an unclaimed territory back then, chaos was rife as different factions fought for dominance. That’s where Dominic Carter stepped in.”
Xeno watched as Nash listened intently, his expression unreadable.
“Carter, whose ancestors were part of the Green Forest Uprising, established the Green Bamboo Association by recruiting outlaws to help him consolidate power. It took him twenty years to unify Grestin and form the largest underground organization in the country.”
Nash exhaled slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He wasn’t one for history, but understanding the roots of his enemies was critical.
Xeno continued, his voice steady. “After the handover in the late eighties, Grestin went through massive restructuring. The military put intense pressure on the Association, leading to its eventual collapse. Members fled to Sagen, where they reformed and unified all underground forces in just ten years.”
Nash’s lips curled slightly as he processed the information. “A quick recovery.”
“Yeah,” Xeno replied. “But as society evolved, so did the Association. On the surface, they run legitimate businesses. But underneath, they’re still involved in the same illegal activities.”
“Ten juggernauts,” Nash mused. “And six of them I know.”
“Correct,” Xeno nodded. “The remaining four are Shadowblade, Gingerhead, Velvet-Thunder, and Hoodlum.”
Nash’s mind already raced, sorting through potential strategies and weaknesses.
“Also,” Xeno’s voice grew more somber, “the deputy president is Zachary Holt.”
The mention of Zachary sent a ripple of caution through Nash. “Holt? He’s important?”
“Important? He’s a problem,” Xeno said, his eyes shadowed with fear. “He’s the Grim-Faced Juggernaut’s husband, and Dominic Carter spent a fortune to recruit him because of his martial arts skills. I’ve heard… he’s reached the peak of the Profound Reality Realm.”
Nash’s eyebrows furrowed. “Peak Profound Reality Realm?”
Xeno nodded, his voice dropping lower. “Yes. He’s a force to be reckoned with. And recently, he’s been isolating himself to achieve the Mystique Loyalty Realm.”
The name hit Nash like a cold gust of wind. He had reached the later stages of the Profound Reality Realm himself, but to face someone at the peak of it… much less someone working to ascend beyond it… was daunting.
“Is that so,” Nash murmured, flicking his cigarette into the ashtray. “The Five Thunder Curse can deal with someone at the Profound Reality Realm, but someone at the Mystique Loyalty Realm… not so much. It’s like throwing a rock at glass. It’ll shatter ordinary glass, but tempered glass will only get chipped.”
Xeno gave him a cautious look. “Exactly. You’d need more than magic to get through someone at that level.”
Before Nash could respond, the rumble of engines reached their ears. Three McLarens and a Rolls-Royce Cullinan pulled up in front of the Zabel mansion.
Xeno glanced at the cars, recognition flashing in his eyes. “The Lane family. Frank Lane has returned.”
Nash’s lips curved into a faint smile. “You’re well-informed.”
Xeno shrugged nonchalantly. “Mr. Skye provided me with 20 top-notch investigators. They’re excellent at gathering intel.”
As the cars came to a stop, Zakariah, standing in the front yard, glanced up. He noticed the newcomers and immediately narrowed his eyes. Frank Lane was among them, his red-rimmed eyes glaring through the tinted windows. Behind him, Simon and the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut walked with grim expressions.
Zakariah strode forward, his posture stiff with hostility. “What are you doing here?”
The Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut didn’t flinch at Zakariah’s icy tone. Instead, they stared at him, their face impassive.
“We heard the Smiling Grim Reaper was at President Zabel’s home,” the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut said, their voice flat. “We’ve come to pay him a visit.”
Zakariah’s blood ran cold. The mention of the Smiling Grim Reaper only deepened his distrust of the Green Bamboo Association. His granddaughter’s injuries were still fresh in his mind—the result of a previous confrontation with the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut.
The grim-faced group eyed him carefully, but it was clear that they were not here to negotiate.
The Grim-Faced Juggernaut’s suspicions about the Smiling Grim Reaper had only grown after their spies confirmed that the man had never left the Zabel estate. They had come to challenge him face to face.
Zakariah’s eyes hardened. This was no longer just about power—it was personal.
The storm was coming. And this time, it might be too much to weather.