Chapter 618: Chapter 209: Ambush of the 13 Masked Knights
“Boss, is there a problem?”
The underling at the door, hearing the silence from the training room, tentatively spoke up to ask.
But due to Abel’s rule not to disturb his practice, no one dared to rashly barge in.
Leonard Churchill’s hearing was exceptionally sharp; he could even hear the sound of the gun’s bolt being pulled back.
Clearly, a large group of people had gathered at the door.
Yet he did not panic at all, and simply stuffed Abel’s body into the Storage Ring, then walked over and directly opened the door.
“Click...”
As the heavy iron door swung open, he was met with the sight of over twenty tense Brotherhood members, each armed with knives and guns, as if facing a formidable enemy.
These people also saw the “Abel” with a fierce aura, and one by one they sighed in relief.
The disguise was flawless.
No one suspected a thing.
Leonard Churchill swept a cold glance over the group, looking dissatisfied with the interruption, and said in a deep voice, “Scarface, what is it?”
Before coming here, he had already obtained detailed information about the Brotherhood in Lion City from the information merchant.
Having reviewed the information, he could nearly name every person in front of him.
The leader was Abel’s right-hand man, who also used to be a backbone of the Brotherhood—called Scarface Rocky—whose strength was not bad.
Hearing “Abel” speak, this guy awkwardly said, “Ah... nothing, boss. We just heard a lot of noise just now and thought... we thought...”
Leonard Churchill cut off their speculation, casually explaining, “I ran into a fool who couldn’t see the obvious. He’s been killed.”
“Oh~”
Upon hearing this, the gang members realized what happened. Their gazes briefly flickered past the mess behind the door to the training grounds, and they unconsciously swallowed their saliva, singing the leader’s praises: “The boss is mighty.”
Leonard Churchill didn’t elaborate further, after all, they were “his brothers.”
After a moment’s thought, an idea crossed his mind: “Could it be that Abel came up with the rest on his own?”
Leonard Churchill’s eyelid twitched involuntarily.
It seemed the only plausible explanation for such a stark difference in quality.
Certainly, Abel had not fully mastered the “Gluttony” secret skill and had then cobbled together the additional levels of mantras himself?
“...”
Leonard Churchill’s expression became quite strange.
He scrutinized the content of the manual in his hand, finding many handwritten cultivation insights and thoughts, confirming his suspicion.
The subsequent mantras had indeed been composed by the man himself!
However, given Abel had advanced to the Third Tier with only the sparse resources of Sinless City, his talents were evidently not lacking.
Regrettably, the man had been too resolute in his self-destruction, leaving no chance to interrogate him.
Fortunately, Leonard Churchill now knew the origin of the “Gluttony” Breathing Method.
Sinless City, Upper State Prison.
But considering the attitude of Lord Nine Brown, who spoke of a “senior” before, Leonard Churchill guessed that the secret skill might not be easy to obtain.
Since he already had a rough idea of where to start, he could slowly find a way after returning to Sinless City.
Leonard Churchill did not dwell on the issue of the Breathing Method anymore; he rubbed his chest where it still throbbed from the punch.
To maintain the authenticity of his disguise, he had not allowed his injuries to fully heal.
The punch he’d taken to his chest was still aching.
His thoughts shifted to another matter, and he mused, “However, how did Abel manage to learn this ‘Mystery of Ralf’s Divine Fist’?”
There was no manual for cultivating the skill in the Storage Ring, so this martial skill must have been either a Skill Card or taught by “someone.”
Leonard Churchill also felt it was a pity.
The punch that had shattered his Body Protection Curse Seal and Tyrant Body Secret Method was the strongest he had ever encountered.