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The Green Bamboo Association had deployed nearly its entire force, and their sheer power was undeniable. For decades, they had maintained a stronghold in Sagen, a region where even the top ten families of Capiton would hesitate to challenge them. Their strength in martial arts was legendary, their influence stretching far and wide. Yet, despite their might, there was an undeniable sense of uncertainty—this time, they had underestimated their opponent.
Olivia spoke calmly, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the group. “We have a pretty good network. We can still get 20 or 30 martial arts grandmasters on short notice.”
Her words seemed to momentarily ease the tension in the room, but Theo was quick to dismiss the idea. “There’s no need for that,” he said, his voice steady and confident. “Nash’s connections are beyond your imagination. I trust he’ll survive this disaster.”
As Joseph fumbled with his phone, preparing to reach out to his own contacts, Theo’s unwavering faith in Nash stood out. He knew that Nash had more than enough resources at his disposal to weather the storm that was quickly approaching.
Meanwhile, far from Jonford, on Phoenix Island, Francis had received the news while returning to his room to cultivate. Upon hearing the situation, he couldn’t help but feel both bemused and exasperated. “This kid has just come down from the mountain and already he’s bringing the sky down,” he muttered, shaking his head with a wry smile.
His companion, sensing the tension, asked, “Should we send someone to Jonford to help him?”
Francis waved his hand dismissively. “No need. He has a lot of cards up his sleeves. We should just eat, drink, and enjoy the show.”
In Jonford’s Dynasty Grand Hotel, Felicity and Angelica were unwinding with beer and lobster, the mood light and carefree, when Felicity’s phone suddenly rang. It was Snyder Sr., her grandfather, and his tone was nothing like the casual one she was accustomed to.
“Grandpa, are you already missing me? I’ve only been gone two days,” Felicity teased, her voice lighthearted.
“As if! You’d better get your butt back here!” Snyder Sr.’s voice crackled with urgency.
Upon learning of the Green Bamboo Association’s mobilization and their hunt for revenge against Nash Calcraft, Felicity was stunned. She hadn’t fully grasped the gravity of the situation until now. Snyder Sr. was quick to remind her of the severity of the situation, revealing the extent of Nash’s actions—three Juggernauts had already fallen to his hands, along with Howard Lane, another victim of Nash’s rise.
Felicity was silent for a moment before she replied with concern. “If this is the case, isn’t a disaster awaiting Nash?”
“Why else would I tell you to come back?” Snyder Sr. retorted sharply. His voice softened only slightly as he added, “You’re the deputy chief of the Inspection Office. You should think twice before doing anything.”
Felicity’s mind raced as she processed the information. Despite her earlier resolve to stay distant from Nash, the Green Bamboo Association’s actions seemed to demand her attention. How could she just sit back when Nash had played a crucial role in their downfall?
“I know, Grandpa. I promise to stay away from Nash!” Felicity swore, trying to ease his concerns.
Though her promise was given, her thoughts were far from reassured. Nash had helped her immensely, and now, faced with the full fury of the Green Bamboo Association, she couldn’t just leave him to fend for himself. But for the moment, appeasing her grandfather seemed more important.
“I’ll go visit your grandmother first,” Snyder Sr. said with a finality in his tone. His trust in Felicity was clear, but he still hoped she would reconsider the risks involved.
Felicity, however, knew better than to dismiss the looming danger Nash faced. Her lips parted as Angelica asked, her voice laced with concern, “What’s the matter, Felice? Is Nash in danger?”
Felicity paused, her gaze distant. “It’s not just that,” she replied, her voice quiet yet filled with certainty. “It’s likely he’ll have a narrow escape as well.”
While Felicity wrestled with her conflicting emotions, elsewhere in the Northern Territory, another conflict was unfolding. In a heavily guarded military prison, Stellar stood in front of a bound, middle-aged man, the general of the Northern Territory’s forces. Stellar’s eyes gleamed with cold fury as he whipped the man viciously.
“Still not going to talk, eh?” Stellar’s voice was low, barely containing the anger bubbling beneath the surface. His patience had worn thin.
The general, a seasoned soldier, tried to maintain his composure despite the searing pain. But the sight of Stellar’s next move was enough to break anyone’s resolve. He picked up a red-hot branding iron and pressed it against the man’s chest, the sizzle of burning flesh filling the room.
The soldiers around them watched in silence, unsure whether to intervene. This wasn’t just any interrogation—it was a display of power and vengeance. And Stellar was determined to extract every ounce of information from this man, no matter the cost.
The battle lines were drawn. Nash was facing an enemy that was relentless and numerous, yet he was not without resources. Felicity’s loyalty to Nash, despite her grandfather’s warning, would play a crucial role in the coming events. Would she risk everything to help him once again, or would she be forced to stand by as the Green Bamboo Association came for him?
Meanwhile, Stellar’s actions were a reminder that the stakes were higher than anyone could imagine. Nash was no longer a man to be taken lightly, and those around him had to decide where they stood.