As smiled, saying nothing. He wondered how they would feel when they knew Melody was Nash’s


    follower.


    As scrolled through his phone and realized that arge number of Fulcrum Group’s top executives


    had gotten into scandals. Even core executives openly reported the president, Saul Eve’s, dark history.


    “It’s no wonder she’s a powerful woman. She’s ruthless and stunning. ‘As lightly sipped his wine.


    Fulcrum Group’s share price was previously at 36 bucks and plummeted to 15 bucks in just one day. It


    was a devastating blow. He suddenly admired this woman. Perhaps only someone like Nash could


    match such an outstanding businesswoman.


    “Winston, should we sell the shares? If the price keeps dropping, I’ll be left with nothing!” Stefano was


    on the verge of tears. Despite his shy appearance, he had invested his entire three million into the


    stock market.


    “I… I… I don’t know!” Winston was also heartbroken. He scratched his head in hesitation.


    After pondering for a moment, As said, “There’s no need to sell them. Melody will definitely regain


    control of Fulcrum Group, and the share price will rebound by then.”


    Coming from a top-tier family in Capiton, although he had not ventured into business, he had been


    exposed to it since childhood. H understood Melody’s motives and immediately determined the future


    direction of thepany’s share price.


    Nash caught their conversation. He had never doubted Melody’s business acumen. He would not even


    bat an eyelid if she were to ask to borrow billions from him.


    “Emmet, let me toast to you again!” Henry was already drunk and swaying. He had one hand resting on


    Emmet’s shoulder while the other held a wine ss as he toasted non-stop.


    Emmet was also ecstatic today. He would wee anyone who wanted to drink with him.


    “You shouldn’t drink so much. The Freeman Martial Alliance mighteter!” Waldo said.


    He was well aware of the reason why Nash had asked him to set up this banquet. The Martial Arts


    Association was under the Freeman Martial Alliance’s surveince. The news of his safe return from


    the hospital would quickly spread to them.


    It had already been two hours, and they should be taking action.


    Emmet finished a ss of wine and then belched before saying, ” Yes… I should drink… less… I can’t


    drink too much!”


    After saying that, he slumped onto the table, unconscious.


    Henry burst intoughter. “This old guy has such poor tolerance for alcohol!”


    Waldo sighed helplessly.


    “They’re here!” Nash slowly put down his wine ss and gazed toward the door. Dozens of people


    dressed in ck martial arts uniforms were striding aggressively toward them.


    Leading them was a stage five grandmaster with sparse white hair draped over his shoulders. He


    exuded a fierce aura as he walked. He wore an arrogant smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with


    disdain for themon people.


    He might as well have the word ‘viin’ written on his face.


    He was Benjamin Freeman, the deputy leader of the Freeman Martial Alliance. He had terrifying


    strength, considering he was a stage five grandmaster.


    Instantly, the courtyard fell silent. The apprentices of the Martial Arts


    Association trembled, too afraid to even breathe.


    “Mr. Freeman…”


    Robert stood up and greeted the man with a gesture of respect.


    However, his expression remained nk.


    A chubby grandmaster behind Benjamin Freeman snorted coldly. ”


    Robert, open your bloody eyes wide and take a good look. It’s Master Freeman to you.”


    Robert responded calmly, “In Drakonia, there’s only the Martial Arts


    Association. The Freeman Martial Alliance has no official procedures, let alone official qualifications.


    We, the Martial Arts Association, do not recognize it!”


    Benjamin’s mouth curved into a yful smile. “That’s fine, but there wille a day when you do


    recognize us.”


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    With that, he nced at Waldo in the back. He then pped the chubby grandmaster behind him. “You


    useless thing! Weren’t you the one who said Waldo would either be dead or disabled?”


    The Freeman Martial Alliance had set a rule-they would challenge a martial arts hall every three days.


    Waldo, the master of the Cosmos Martial Arts Hall was at stage nine of the Refinement Realm.


    Sending a grandmaster to challenge him was more than sufficient.


    About four hours ago, the chubby grandmaster returned triumphantly, iming that even if Waldo did


    not die, he would be disabled.