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Chapter 1075 Enrolling In The Martial Arts Conference
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Chapter 1075 Enrolling In The Martial Arts Conference

Chapter 1075 Enrolling in the Martial Arts Conference

Tiger nodded. "Yes," he affirmed. Chris was clear in his instructions, and Tiger executed them precisely.

Each step Chris took was calculated and deliberate. Glancing at James Mester, Chris remarked,

"James Mester, take extra care of the Martial Hall matters. Since we've initiated this, we must excel,

promoting Amerosia's martial arts; it's a meaningful endeavor." Evidently, Chris intended to delegate

the Martial Hall affairs to James Mester. For Chris, he never enjoyed dealing with specific matters, nor

did he have the time for it. James Mester assured, "Boss, you can trust me. I won't let you down." Chris

stood up, stating, "Good, if you need anything, you can approach Tiger. If you need money, just let me

know, I'll take care of it." James Mester nodded in acknowledgment, remaining silent. Chris entrusted

the responsibility of Martial Hall to James Mester and Tiger. His focus remained on Esther, Yang

Panpan, and the Chester Group.

Meanwhile, in the outskirts of the East Coast, an abandoned factory stood. "Branch head, sir,"

Guardian Michael stood before Devil's Frown, visibly apprehensive. Behind Devil's Frown stood

thousands of Ghost Sect disciples, each wearing ghost masks, emitting an eerie aura. Unbeknownst to

many, the Ghost Sect had stealthily infiltrated the East Coast! Despite James Mester establishing a

security team to govern East Coast's security, most of his resources were concentrated in the city area.

The outskirts, vast and of minimal value, were sparsely populated, receiving relatively little attention

from James Mester. This allowed the Ghost Sect to successfully penetrate the outskirts. Nevertheless,

it took great effort for Devil's Frown to achieve this. Further infiltration into the city area was deemed

impossible; nearly a hundred thousand employees of the East Coast Security Company populated the

entire city area. Not a single movement could escape James Mester's watchful eyes and ears!

Devil's Frown, with a wry smile, addressed Guardian Michael, "I heard you've become Chris's disciple

today..." Before Devil's Frown could finish, Guardian Michael immediately knelt down, tearfully

pleading, "Branch head, sir, I had no choice! If I didn't become Chris's disciple, I couldn't get close to

him. Please, sir, understand my predicament!" Witnessing Guardian Michael's tearful display, Devil's

Frown gestured for him to rise, stating, "It's all right. I understand this is Chris's scheme, an attempt to

sow discord between us. I won't fall for it easily." "Thank you, sir," Guardian Michael expressed his

gratitude. Devil's Frown continued, "Tomorrow is the registration for the martial arts conference. You will

register immediately. You know the consequences if the mission isn't completed..." The unspoken

consequences were clear to Guardian Michael, a shrewd individual. Failure to complete the mission

would result in disciplinary action according to the sect's rules, a thought that sent shivers down

Guardian Michael's spine. He hastily promised, "Sir, rest assured, I will fulfill the task." With that,

Guardian Michael promptly departed. Watching him leave, Devil's Frown narrowed his eyes and

commanded, "Someone!" A figure swiftly appeared before him. "Follow Guardian Michael. If he dares

to betray the Ghost Sect, kill him immediately!" The figure departed without a word, vanishing like a

wisp of smoke.

Though Devil's Frown did not confront Guardian Michael earlier, Chris's disciple status had raised his

suspicions. Regardless of whether Guardian Michael's actions were voluntary or coerced, Devil's

Frown would not tolerate any betrayal. "Chris, oh Chris, seems I've underestimated you. Your cunning

and schemes are truly fearsome," Devil's Frown mused. Merely becoming a disciple had caused a rift

in the relationship between Devil's Frown and Guardian Michael. Whether or not Devil's Frown believed

in Guardian Michael, this divide was irreparable. In just a few days, a wave of people arrived for

registration, one after another. Even those who simply wanted to spectate couldn't contain their

excitement. Guardian Michael returned to the Martial Hall, which was bustling with activity. Despitenovelbin

feeling miserable after being humiliated by Chris previously, he had no choice but to obey the orders of

the sect leader. Guardian Michael also understood that although Devil's Frown hadn't said anything, his

decision to become Chris's disciple had sparked a hint of suspicion in the sect leader's mind.

Having been a part of the Ghost Sect for over a decade, Guardian Michael knew the sect leader well.

Devil's Frown was naturally suspicious and unforgiving toward anyone who dared to betray him!

"Sigh..." Guardian Michael sighed softly, feeling bitter. If it weren't for Chris, he wouldn't have ended up

in this predicament. But it was too late for regrets now. Fulfilling the sect leader's orders was of utmost

importance. "Piggy!" "Piggy!" "Piggy!" Along the way, Martial Hall's disciples warmly greeted him.

Despite the peculiar circumstances of his apprenticeship, being personally taken in by Chris granted

Guardian Michael a high status within Martial Hall. His expression remained as dark as a stormy sky.

"What the hell, Piggy?" Despite his anger, he restrained himself. This was Chris's territory, and causing

a scene here would not be in his best interests.

Soon, Guardian Michael reached the registration area. "Is this where we sign up for the martial arts

conference? I need to register too!" he demanded, lacking any courtesy. "Piggy?" The disciple in

charge of registration looked up, surprised. "Piggy, you want to register too?" Guardian Michael

snapped, "Who the hell are you calling Piggy? Stop the nonsense and get me signed up!" "Yes, Piggy,"

the disciple acknowledged, unfazed by Guardian Michael's tone. Hearing this, Guardian Michael felt

like he was going to explode. It seemed there was no shaking off this "Piggy" nickname.

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