Female Novel
Chapter 1782
They had just walked out of the hotel when a taxi stopped them in their tracks. Jared looked up andrealized it was the short man who had sent him to the hotel earlier. He was confused as to why theshort man had stopped him.
“Sir, do you have time now? My name is Shorty. Can I treat you to a meal?” Shorty asked.
Jared rejected his invitation at once. “No need. It was nothing. Besides, you didn’t ask me to pay for theride, so we called it even. You don’t have to do this.”
However, Shorty seemed stumped. Seeing that, Jared knew it wasn’t just as simple as having a mealtogether. “Is there something else you need?” Jared inquired.
Shorty nodded awkwardly. “Sir, my gang leader, Mr. Thompson, dispatched me here to invite you. Hewants to see you.” “Your gang leader?” Jared was surprised to learn that a taxi driver had a gangleader.
Shorty noticed his surprise and explained, “We Chanaeans who run businesses here, including taxidrivers, have formed The Chanaean Brotherhood to prevent being bullied. After I went back and toldhim about the incident at the airport, he expressed a desire to meet with you.”
Comprehension dawned upon Jared after he heard the man’s explanation. They were all Chanaeans,so Jared nodded and agreed to meet the gang leader.
He also wanted to know if they knew about the ancient ruins of Ice Bear Island.
After all, they had resided here for decades. Shorty was overjoyed that Jared had accepted theinvitation. He welcomed Jared and Gilbert into the car and began driving toward their destination.
Soon, Jared was brought to a huge courtyard with a few houses within. Shorty led them into a two-storyhouse and cried out, “Mr. Thompson, they are here!”
A burly middle-aged man descended the stairs with a slow, graceful gait. His strong aura revealed himto be a martial artist.
The middle-aged man might only be a Martial Arts Grandmaster, but his rank was sufficient to garneradmiration from the general populace.
After glancing at Jared and Gilbert, the middle- aged man couldn’t help but frown when he realized hecouldn’t assess their ranks.
“Please, have a seat,” he exclaimed and gestured for them to sit down. He then told Shorty, “Servethem some coffee.”
“Sure!” Shorty quickly poured Jared and Gilbert a cup of coffee each. “May I know your name?” themiddle-aged man asked Jared. “My name is Jared Chance,” Jared told him politely.
“Jared Chance?” The man frowned as if something had just come to mind. He said, “I heard about atalented young man who has risen in Chanaea. His name is also Jared Chance. He’s already the headof the largest martial arts sect in Jadeborough at a young age. Is that you?”novelbin
He observed Jared carefully. Jared was unaware that his reputation had already spread to othercountries.
However, he didn’t want too many people to learn about his whereabouts, so he shook his head andsaid, “Perhaps we happen to have the same name. I’m nowhere near as capable as him!”
“That’s what I think, too. You don’t look like a Greater Martial Arts Marquis to me!” the man exclaimedheartily. He then continued, “Thank you for extending help at the airport. Otherwise, my subordinateswould’ve gotten the short end of the stick. Now that you’re here, just let me know if you need help.
We’re all Chanaeans, and The Chanaean Brotherhood was established to prevent Chanaeans fromgetting bullied.”
“Thank you!” Jared thanked him gratefully. “May I have the honor of knowing your name?” “My name isDale Thompson,” the man replied.