Free Web NovelChapter 1022: Chapter 398: The Arrogant DE Organization (2)
Zhang Beixing’s series of actions were incredibly swift, so fast that the middle-aged man didn’t have any time to react.
"Are you really a member of the organization’s rear court?"
The term "rear court" was unfamiliar to Zhang Beixing until yesterday, but because of Shadow’s presence, Zhang Beixing was very clear about what this so-called rear court represented.
"Of course I am. Is there a problem?"
The middle-aged man’s face was full of anger. Zhang Beixing could doubt his strength, but absolutely could not doubt his identity.
Because being able to enter the rear court in the organization was a matter of pride, and the middle-aged man had become a pre-selection candidate for the rear court during his Grandmaster period, which had always been his capital of pride.
"Since you are a core member of the organization, why don’t you know about my existence? Or rather, can’t you figure out why your organization has always wanted to target me?"
Zhang Beixing chuckled, shook his head while sitting in the chair.
"It seems you’ve been used as a tool by the organization, and you’re still oblivious, really a poor wretch!"
"Could it be that you!"
Even if the middle-aged man was a fool, he should understand what was going on by now.
The middle-aged man’s face showed a deep sense of unwillingness; it was hard to believe the result he guessed.
"Since you’re disappointed with the organization, let me help you get free!"
The moment Zhang Beixing finished speaking, his ghostly figure flashed in front of the middle-aged man, and in just a breath’s time, he returned to the chair as if he hadn’t moved at all.
As Zhang Beixing sat down, the middle-aged man’s body fell to the ground with a thud, blood flowing down his neck.
"Alright, now you can come out!"
Zhang Beixing spoke without turning his head to the empty room.
"Indeed, as a legend of the Extraordinary Level powerhouses, you actually discovered our presence, cough cough..."
As soon as Zhang Beixing’s illusionary voice fell, an elderly voice came. The elderly voice was accompanied by a severe cough, causing Zhang Beixing to frown involuntarily.
Zhang Beixing had no doubt that if the other side coughed any harder, he’d probably cough up his lungs and bronchial tubes.
"Even though you’ve hidden your aura, it’s still the same old story; you’ve underestimated me too much!"
Zhang Beixing picked up the wine goblet beside him, poured himself a glass, and looked at the six people emerging from the corner of the room.
The leader was an old man wrapped in a black robe. The aged appearance even made it impossible for Zhang Beixing to calculate how old he really was.
"This is quite interesting; a person at the peak of a Great Grandmaster, leading two Grandmaster level ones, and three Grade A Martial Artists!"
A hint of intrigued expression appeared on Zhang Beixing’s face. He thought to himself that if it weren’t him but another power encountering such a squad, it would be enough to give them a headache.
"I am the captain of the Fourth Blade Squad, one of the ten blades of the rear court! Piers!"
The old man continued to cough as he spoke, yet Zhang Beixing did not underestimate him. In the clashes with the organization, this Piers was possibly the most formidable enemy Zhang Beixing had encountered.
"I wonder if Xu Feng is a match for him?"
At that moment, in his homeland, Xu Feng sneezed, rubbed his nose, and muttered to himself.
"Why do I feel a cold shiver down my spine, could someone be planning to screw me over?"
Feeling a sudden chill, Xu Feng shivered instinctively and hurriedly ran towards the restroom!
"So, what now? Do you make the first move, or do I?"
Piers seemed a bit tired, sitting in a chair. He leaned on his cane, wearing an ambiguous smile.
Zhang Beixing was in no hurry to make a move; he too wanted to see what Piers, this old fox, was capable of.
"Does it make any difference whether I make the first move or you do?"
At this moment, Zhang Beixing played the role of a supporting actor, and every word from Piers seemed not to fall to the ground. After all, as an extraordinary powerhouse, finding an opponent he deemed worthy was truly rare.
Though Zhang Beixing wasn’t particularly concerned about Piers and his group, he did consider them to be quite an excellent whetstone compared to Leng Bing’s group.
"If you make the first move, it’s you against all six of us; if we move first, it’s six against one!"
"Well said, that’s quite a clever twist!"
Even someone as thick-skinned as Zhang Beixing couldn’t help but clap upon hearing Piers’ words.
"I’ve seen shameless people, but never as shameless as you, you’ve truly broadened my horizons!"
"So, what do you intend to choose?"
Piers didn’t bother with Zhang Beixing’s taunts.
"After all, you’re an extraordinary powerhouse; facing people like you, it’s not just us six, even bringing six more would be a sign of respect for your strength!"
What Piers said seemed quite reasonable, and Zhang Beixing indeed shook his head.
"Are you afraid of fighting us?"
Piers’ voice turned surprised, though perhaps it wasn’t surprising given Zhang Beixing’s actions in Europe had cast a shadow over the entire organization.
The idea that such a man was afraid to face him felt like a ridiculous dream.
"It’s not that I’m afraid to face you, but this time I brought some young ones and wanted to test their capabilities."
Piers’ expression instantly darkened because the organization had always been watching Zhang Beixing, and they knew he’d brought the second squad along.
Piers didn’t see the second squad here and thought Zhang Beixing was concerned about their safety, thus keeping them from meeting him.
But now it was clear, he was completely wrong. Zhang Beixing intended to use him as a whetstone for the second squad.
"If you were to make a move yourself, we wouldn’t say anything, but letting someone whose top strength is a Great Grandmaster fight us, isn’t that looking down on us?"
Piers was bone-thin, so skinny that his eyes sank into their sockets. Out of anger, Piers’ body began to tremble.
"Minister, we’ve arrived!"
Following Zhang Beixing’s command, Leng Bing led his team members in. When Piers saw the team behind Leng Bing, he nearly burst a blood vessel.
"You actually intend for us to be the whetstone for these people?"
Piers’ voice grew shrill with rage, while Zhang Beixing couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
"What’s so funny?"
Piers snorted. He realized he had lost his composure.
"Honestly, if you were to play the role of the 9000-year-old eunuch in our place, you wouldn’t even need post-production voice work."
"You! Cough cough!"
Knowing the organization’s history, Piers understood the reference to the 9000-year-old eunuch. He didn’t expect Zhang Beixing to liken him to such a character.
But before finishing his words, his anger triggered another coughing fit.
Seeing this, Zhang Beixing said no more. He genuinely feared he might aggravate the old guy to death, losing an invaluable whetstone.
"Don’t worry about the old man, I’ve got him covered. Of the remaining five, there are two Great Grandmasters. Leng Bing and Su Yan, each of you take one. As for the other Grade A Martial Artists, the rest of you choose your targets yourselves!"
Knowing the strength gap between them and the opponent, Leng Bing and his team didn’t hesitate. Each of them picked their targets and charged forward.
As for Piers, he remained immobile, not requiring Zhang Beixing to hold him down.
"Why aren’t you making a move?"
Zhang Beixing asked playfully.
"Hmph, this old man’s not foolish enough to seek his own death!"
