Glen was scowling a little less the next day, as he received all the martial artists who were arriving at the conference hall.


    Frank, Vicky, Til, and everyone else were there, just as a retainer hurried inside and announced, "We have visitors from Cloud Nine Sect asking to see you, Mr. Turnbull." "Cloudnine Sect? Already?!"


    Glen eximed in delight. "The branch families really have some decent connections! Quick, show them in!"


    "Yes, Mr. Turnbull," the retainer replied and turned to leave.


    Soon, a sonorousughter echoed from a door, as a bearded man with bulging muscles and stood over two meters tall strode in.


    He was wearing shades, and he had a giant machete slung over his back, with severalckeys in tow.


    The man must at least weigh over two hundred pounds, and the ground almost seemed to shake with every step he took.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    In fact, the faces of many other martial artists fell when they saw that burly man.


    "Wait, isn''t that Kain the Wild de?! What''s he doing here?!"


    "Shit, talk about a real rogue. The man doesn''t care about friend or foe when he starts getting physical!"


    "Why would the Turnbulls bring in a jinx like him?!"


    The martial artists''ments left Glen''s smile stiffening-even he had heard of Kain Loom''s reputation.


    The man was known for his savagery, as he butchered people without an afterthought.


    In fact, when someone from a


    rivaling sect insulted his brothe


    Kain charged alone into that sect''s enve and bathed it in blood,


    leaving none alive.


    While he was known to be a berserker, he really was a madman who murdered without blinking an eye.


    Not only was he a member of Cloudnine Sect, he was individually strong and was halfway through Ascendant rank in his thirties, making him untouchable.


    And Glen did not think that Cloudnine Sect would send Kain.


    Still, he was smiling in greeting despite his panic and dissatisfaction.


    Thud!


    As Kain nted himself on an armchair, he kept his huge machete by his feet.


    Even though he was in Glen''s presence, he showed no inclination to exchange greetings.


    fet


    Instead, his eyes shed as heughed, baring his fangs. "Mr. Turnbull, I''m under orders of Cloudnine Sect to help your family eliminate the South Sea Crow or whatever her name is. I hope have your permission for a delightful kill, ahahaha..."


    Glen nodded and smiled politely despite his exasperation.


    Kain then spotted Vicky, his eyes lighting up and widening.


    Vicky was dressed in a form-fitting dress entuating her stunning figure and with a side slit that bared her beautiful legs.


    "Hey, you! Get over here and serve me tea!" He beckoned at Vicky just then, licking his lips eagerly while feeling a fire igniting in his loins.


    "What magnificence!" he eximed with his eyes fixed on Vicky, already envisioning having her pinned beneath himself.


    "Ah, apologies, Mr. Loom." Glen


    quickly jumped in, tensing up as he noticed Kain''s feral stare at Vicky.


    "This is Vicky, my niece. We


    have


    stewards on hand to serve your tea."