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Chapter_269
Nash gazed at the suited man before him with a mocking smile, calm despite the tension in the air.
A stage six grandmaster, Nash thought to himself. Not bad for a covert agent…
It was impressive—especially for someone working behind the scenes. Clearly, martial artists abroad weren’t to be underestimated.
The man quickly fastened his belt, then without hesitation lunged forward, fist slicing through the air. He didn’t care who this man in pajamas was—anyone who blocked his mission to secure the FS Microbacteria had to die.
Nash caught the punch mid-air.
An intense surge of internal energy surged into Nash’s arm, but with one smooth breath, he circulated it through his core and redirected it to his feet. The ground beneath them trembled slightly from the force.
The man’s pupils contracted in shock. In a split second, he drew a dagger from his belt with his left hand, but Nash was faster. He sidestepped and delivered a solid kick to the man’s chest.
The man flew back, crashing through a tree as thick as a grown man’s arm.
“A Profound Reality Realm expert!” the man cried out, horrified.
Nash didn’t give him time to recover. In a blur, he closed the distance, grabbed the man by the collar, and flung him into the air like a rag doll. He flew over thirty meters.
Before he could hit the ground, Nash appeared beside him again like a wraith and delivered another vicious kick.
The man was launched another thirty meters before crashing down with a dull thud.
He was a stage six grandmaster, yet he couldn’t even put up a fight.
Coughing, bruised, and thoroughly humiliated, the man trembled as Nash approached once more.
“No more… please!” he cried out, collapsing to his knees. “I can’t beat you… Please stop…”
Nash halted his fist an inch from the man’s face—but even that was enough to break the man’s nose from the pressure alone.
“Are you a secret agent from the Moliga Empire?” Nash asked coldly, his voice like ice.
If this man was a Moligan operative operating on Drakonian soil, that would be treason. Nash would have ended him on the spot. He’d worked under the radar for Moliga before—but only to eliminate mutual enemies abroad. Never against his homeland.
The man in the suit frantically waved his hands. “No! I’m not Moliga! I work for Capiton’s Royal Biotech! At the airport, I actually eliminated several Moligan agents myself!”
Nash narrowed his eyes. “You’re not lying to me?”
“I swear!” The man held up three fingers. “If I lie—even one word—may I die a miserable death!”
In front of a Profound Reality Realm master, he didn’t dare bluff.
Nash finally pulled back his hand. “Get up.”
The man clambered to his feet, heart still pounding. Nash took out a cigarette—one his father-in-law had gifted him—and lit it, exhaling calmly.
“What kind of company is Royal Biotech?” he asked.
“You… you don’t know about Royal Biotech?” The man stared at him like he was a caveman.
“Nope,” Nash replied without a hint of shame.
He had grown up in the remote Tili Mountains, spent most of his life executing overseas missions. Corporate matters meant little to him.
The man began explaining with urgency, hoping to stay on Nash’s good side.
“Royal Biotech is the largest anti-cancer drug and vaccine manufacturer in Capiton. It’s the backbone of the Jackson family, one of the top ten super families in the country. They operate 80 major factories globally, with annual profits exceeding 40 billion. Just three years ago, they were ranked in the world’s top 100.”
“They’ve been eyeing FS Microbacteria for years. This was their first real chance. When they heard Lincoln Mare’s daughter was coming back home, they suspected she’d be carrying the sample. So they hired me to retrieve it.”
Nash nodded slowly. “Because you’ve been honest, I’ll spare you.”
He took another puff, his gaze unreadable. “But you can forget about FS Microbacteria. It’s already been sent to Capiton overnight by the Special Security Institution. Don’t even think about it again.”
He turned, ready to return to the villa.
But the man’s voice stopped him cold.
“Sir… that shipment… it won’t reach the national laboratory.”
Nash paused.
The man swallowed hard. “There are members of the Jackson family embedded within the Special Security Institution. Not just one. They’ve probably been informed already. An ambush will be waiting along the way.”
Nash’s face darkened.
Beneath the surface of Capiton’s elite, something was festering.
And he was about to tear it open.
Would you like the next part to continue with Nash’s response—or follow the convoy transporting the FS Microbacteria?