“Who else do you think paid for them? You?”


    “You still haven’t told me who you are!”


    The night-shift guard’s nostrils red as he red at them.


    The fact the two had managed to slip in during his shift indicated his responsibility.


    The day-shift guard’s eyes narrowed as he whispered into the other guard’s ears.


    He spoke in the local dialect, and Nash did not understand what he said although he could hear them.


    The night shift guard frowned before he nodded and said in standard English, “You may leave now. If


    you aren’t against it, you can have a cup of tea at Kingsley Apothecary at No. 18, Kingsley Street!”


    The duo wheeled the barrow into the mausoleum after that.


    Finn asked, “I think they managed to guess who we are!”


    Nash nodded. “Let’s go take a look at the ce they mentioned!”


    The two walked to the main road, where they waited for another half hour before they managed to get


    a cab.


    “Kingsley Apothecary.”


    At the entrance to the Young Gardens.


    An ordinary-looking Renault van pulled to a stop.


    Two men dressed snugly in windbreakers, caps, and sunsses got out.


    “Young Gardens!”


    “I knew it, warden. I knew you were a member of the Young Family Vige!”


    Ster trembled.


    The Young family had once been an extremely prestigious and well-known family. Their massacre had


    attracted plenty of attention.


    Moreover, the warden had once mentioned his entire family had died in a fire.


    The timings of these two incidents had been very close to each other.


    Hence, he had long since suspected the warden was from the Young Family Vige.


    “Given your age, you would be in the same generation as Wolfgang Young, whose middle name is


    Philix!’


    “Additionally, Wolfgang’s wife is from the Xing family, which is why you changed your name to Philix


    Xing. That way, you could honor your wife’s memory and conceal your true identity!”


    Ster smiled as he turned to look at the warden standing next to him. “I’m right, aren’t I?”


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    “Since when were you so well-informed on the Young family’s history?” Philix asked in surprise.


    “It all started about five years ago. You got drunk during a celebratory dinner for winning a battle and let


    it slip that you lost your family in a fire!”


    “Let’s go… I’ll tell you everything once I’ve paid my respects to my father!”


    Sagen.


    Green Bamboo Association.


    Dominic stood by the window and calmly stared out at the sea.


    The waters were calm, but he was not.


    Not one of the Ten Juggernauts remained, and all one thousand of the grandmasters were dead as


    well.


    Overnight, the Green Bamboo Association had been reduced to practically nothing.


    The other forces in Sagen were itching to make a move, and the Green Bamboo Association’s


    dominance was in danger.


    “Mr. Carter, you must avenge my grandfather and his friends!” Winnie, who had been spared because


    he was in the hospital recuperating from previous injuries, sobbed as he knelt.


    “Avenge?”


    “Hah…”


    Dominicughed a self-deprecatingugh as he said hoarsely, “We’re struggling to even protect


    ourselves now. How are we supposed to avenge them?”


    “What about Mr. Holt?”


    “Wasn’t he going to Jonford? Why did he go back on his word?”


    Winnie was confused.


    The deputy president of the Green Bamboo Association, Zachary, had achieved the Mystique Loyalty


    Realm, and he had set out to Jonfordst night.


    However, he had realized upon his return today that Zachary had not gone to Jonford.


    Dominic leaned on his walking stick and turned around before saying bitterly, “The Smiling Grim


    Reaper summoned three thousand great-grandmasters yesterday. Mr. Holt would have died even if


    he went there!”


    In the Snyder Estate’s study…


    Mr. Snyder Sr. held the photograph in his hands.


    Tears shone in his eyes as he said, “Ruby, the Green Bamboo Association’s Ten Juggernauts are dead


    now. You must be overjoyed, right?”


    “Grandpa… we’re back!”


    Felicity did not bother knocking on the door before she barged in.


    Mr. Snyder Sr. hurriedly ced the picture in a book.


    Then, he wiped his tears away as he said exasperatedly, “Knock before you enter!”


    The smile on Felicity’s face froze. “Grandpa, are you crying?”


    A twinge of sadness tugged on her heartstrings as she hurried forth and gently asked, “Grandpa,


    what’s wrong?”


    Mr. Snyder Sr. forced himself to smile. “I’m overjoyed because the Ten Juggernauts are dead!”


    Felicity said in an intriguing tone, “Something’s up with you, Grandpa. You always forbade me from


    having anything to do with the Ten Juggernauts!”


    Mr. Snyder Sr. smiled sadly. “That’s because you didn’t stand a fighting chance against them, and I was


    worried about your safety!”


    Felicity put her arms behind her back and asked in an using tone, “Grandpa, are you hiding


    something from me? Our family doesn’t have a massive grudge against the Green Bamboo


    Association, so why are you so overjoyed that you’re crying over the Ten Juggernauts’ deaths?”