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Chapter_267
By the time Nash and the others returned to the Royal Bay Villa, the atmosphere had changed entirely.
Outside, rows of sleek black sedans and a few ultra-luxury vehicles—each worth millions—lined the entrance. More than thirty individuals, clad in everything from suits to combat gear, stood silently in formation. Each of them was no ordinary operative—they were grandmaster-level martial artists.
They were undercover agents from the Special Security Institution, all stationed in Jonford and now assembled for a singular purpose.
Among them stood a composed middle-aged man in a tailored suit, a glinting badge pinned to his right chest.
Felicity leaned in and said quietly, “That’s Judas Deacon, the head of the Ninth Division.”
Nash stepped forward and offered a polite smile. “Hello, Mr. Deacon.”
Despite his calm appearance, he felt a flicker of surprise. Judas’s cultivation had reached the Profound Reality Realm—a rare and formidable level. The Special Security Institution wasn’t just for show. It was an elite force that commanded respect.
Judas smiled and extended a hand. “Mr. Calcraft, your reputation precedes you. I’ve long wanted to meet you, though I didn’t expect it to happen under these circumstances.”
He shook Nash’s hand firmly, but there was a subtle pressure behind the gesture.
The Special Security Institution was known for its intelligence capabilities. They had already linked all of Jonford’s recent chaos—Crow’s death, the fall of Howard, the slaughter of the Green Bamboo Association’s juggernauts—back to Nash. They even knew his alias:
The Smiling Grim Reaper.
“Mr. Deacon, you flatter me,” Nash replied, his smile polite but tight. “I’m just an ordinary man.”
In truth, he didn’t like being scrutinized so thoroughly. It was as if his every breath had been logged and analyzed.
Judas didn’t miss a beat. “A series of murders have occurred in Jonford recently. The local police couldn’t handle them. The cases have now been handed over to us.”
His tone was casual, but his words carried a pointed edge. This was no mere update—it was a warning.
He listed the incidents plainly: the murder of Crow, Howard and his men, the thirty martial arts grandmasters—all wiped out with brutal precision. No survivors.
The implication was clear.
We know what you’ve done. And we’re watching.
“Oh?” Nash responded smoothly. “Then please investigate thoroughly. I’m sure the Green Bamboo Association will be grateful if you help them catch the culprit.”
His tone was light, but the irony dripped like venom. The Green Bamboo Association was a well-known criminal menace, and here the government was more focused on him than them.
Their eyes locked.
Judas radiated a pressure that was unmistakable—his internal power coiled like a loaded spring.
But Nash didn’t flinch. He stood his ground, unshaken.
“I hope you take care of yourself,” Judas said coldly.
Then, shifting his attention, he turned to Yvonne, his expression softening.
“Ms. Mare,” he said with a gentle smile, “you’ve done a great service. FS has the potential to benefit all of humanity—it could save hundreds of thousands of HIV patients.”
Yvonne giggled. “I didn’t discover it. That was my father. I just brought back the results of his research.”
“Your father is an extraordinary scientist,” Judas said with solemn respect. “Rest assured, our government will negotiate with the Moliga Empire to bring him home safely.”
“I believe in our great nation’s strength,” Yvonne said with confidence. Then she hesitated, “But… can I get Drakonian citizenship?”
Growing up in Moliga, she hadn’t held citizenship in her homeland. Now that she was returning for her studies, she needed that official recognition.
“Of course,” Judas replied with a warm smile. “I’ll have someone take care of it.”
Both her parents were Drakonian by birth, and with her father’s scientific contributions poised to revolutionize medical science, no one would dare delay her path forward.
Once Judas and the agents of the Special Security Institution finally left, the tense atmosphere dissipated.
The group collectively exhaled, the pressure lifting.
Felicity lingered behind and walked quietly up to Nash. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of awe and disbelief.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, nudging him. “I knew it! I guessed right. You really were the one behind that incident!”