Mystical Journey
chapter-673

Cynthia region, Italy

Gremlin was dressed in a white suit, he got out of the white race car, and looked left and right.

There was a large round plaza behind him, with many black copper statues in it, some children and tourists were milling about, and occasionally there were pigeons rising and falling in the plaza, cooing as they went.

Gremlin glanced back as he rearranged his suit, walking rapidly to a small house in front of him.

Bang bang bang.

He knocked the door directly.

With a clacking sound, the door opened from inside.

"Quick, come in." A middle-aged woman opened the door and talked to him, her skin was dark, and she looked very plain and honest.

"Sorry for disturbing you." Gremlin nodded, and strode inside, passing his car keys to the woman. The woman, on the other hand, went outside to drive the race car into the garage.

The whole building was grey-black, and there were many spots on the walls, indicating its advanced age. It was not that different from a normal citizen’s home.

Gremlin went upstairs within a few strides, the room door on the second floor was open, and he stood at the door as he looked inside, seeing a white-haired old man carefully trimming the bonsai plants that filled the living room to the brim.

The old man wore a long grey-white shirt and matching trousers, his hair was slightly long, tied into a ponytail behind his head.

"How are thing progressing recently? Come in and sit." The old man heard the footsteps, and asked without turning around. His hands were still trimming the bonsais carefully.

Gremlin stood at the door, lowering his head and waist slightly in place of a bow.

"Father, something very bad happened, and I incurred extreme losses." As he spoke about of that, his expression was not particularly great.

The old man nodded, turning around and glancing at him.

"I heard about it as well, your base was done in. Looks like you messed with an important opponent. How do you plan to solve this?"

Gremlin had a script ready since long ago.

"Lotus Pearl alone probably isn’t enough, I hope you can send someone else to support her."

The old man frowned.

"That’s slightly troublesome, you have to know that I’m not the only elder in the group."

"Of course I know that." Gremlin nodded, "But even if you’re not in charge, Mr Titan would surely grant you a favor…"

"I won that favor with my life back in the day." The old man interrupted him. "Now that Rexott has interfered, this is no longer a simple matter and problem of dealing with the Nighthawks."

Gremlin said nothing, staying quiet with his head lowered as he awaited his father’s decision.

The time ticked by, and neither of them spoke, there was only the snipping of the bonsai trimming.

After a long time, the old man finally sighed.

"That person is looking for the twelve masks, the Sleepless Faces, perhaps you can try to tackle it from there. Also, some of the techniques that he has are very useful to the group’s supersoldier plan, you might be able to convince the higher-ups using this." The old man reminded him in a low voice. He turned around to look at Gremlin, "You are my only son, do not disappoint me."

"Yes, Father." Gremlin nodded deeply.

When he heard the old man speak, he already knew that all these reasons were for naught, the true key was that the old man had agreed, this meant that he would support his son in front of the group’s higher-ups, and that was all that mattered.

Walking out of the house, Gremlin took a deep breath, and finally felt his body relax.

The destruction of his base was nothing, it was just some money, if he ran out of money he could just earn more, but if something went wrong with the branch that he was personally in charge of, that would truly be fatal.

Once one reached a position like his, money and all that had become irrelevant, the more important things were position and power.

The Nighthawks were no more than a tiny obstacle in his journey to the top, if he could not even overcome this, then there would be nothing left to say about the problems he would encounter in the future.

Although he comforted himself like that, whenever Gremlin thought about his hundred-billion-dollar investments gone just like that, he still bled inside. Most of the White Phoenix’s funds were in there, if his father weren’t a high-level elder in the group, he would probably have been knocked down due to the incident.

As for the team he lost in Grano, that hurt him even more, those were all the direct subordinates he could mobilize at will, and now he had lost every last one of them.

"Garen of the Nighthawks!!" He repeated that name through clenched teeth in his heart.

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Berlin, Germany

In a very ordinary black building.

Garen caressed the Demonic Book notes in his hand, his expression dead silent as he looked at the Nighthawk higher-ups standing in the room.

Baldy was there, Hera was there, Angel was there as well, and so were some other higher-ups that he was not familiar with but who all had considerable positions, they were all the true core of the Nighthawks. They were also the first batch of elite Nighthawks that Garen had personally taught and raised himself.

"Six left."

Under the bright light of day, Garen looked at the six people in front of him with a sharp gaze.

"Of the twelve I taught in the past, only six remain, standing in front of me now."

He sat on the smooth black wooden chair, his gaze sweeping over the six of them again and again.

"We lost two in the operation before, and now in three short days, Lotus Pearl took out four of you??"

"I made a mistake as the leader." Baldy stepped out and said with his head lowered, his voice muffled.

"The battle with the Primary Colors ends here for now, soon someone will arrive to take over, you guys go down and rest properly, after some time I want to train you personally." Garen waved his hand, lazy to say any more.

"Take over?" Baldy Kaedun exchanged a glance with his wife Hera, and they both saw confusion in each others’ eyes."

"There will be someone in charge of handing Lotus Pearl personally as well, you guys relax, alright, you can back down now." Garen was too lazy to explain it to them, if he did not know perfectly well that he could blame Baldy and the others, with his temper, these people would soon have quite the punishment in store.

Although Baldy and the others were confused, they still retreated out of the room obediently.

Once everyone had left, Garen sat alone in his room, the battle with the Primary Colors had already affected his family, so he needed to settle this as soon as possible, in order to prevent his family from getting hurt further.

After he came back from the White Phoenix’s base, he had passed all the non-essential information regarding the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist to Rod, so that Rod could pass it to his superiors, and in exchange, the Rexott Group had indeed sent their core team of guards, the War God Squad.

Their name was very cliched and lame, but they were indeed a terrifyingly powerful team, as the team sent to take over the battle between the Primary Colors and the Nighthawks wholesale, the War God Squad had terrifying moves and all sorts of talents, most of their members were elites just beneath the special class mercenaries, and their leader was a special class mercenary who had faced Lotus Pearl before, codename Dragon Turtle. Such a team was extremely rare, even within the Primary Colors.

"I’ll leave Lotus Pearl completely to you guys." Garen seemed to be speaking to himself.

"Relax. Since the group gave us this mission, we will be wholly responsible for it." A small and skinny man walked out from behind a vase to the side of the room, he twisted his body eerily, and all the bones in his body actually began to crack, until his height of less than 120cm quickly grew to 150, 160, 170, finally reaching 180cm!

This man was wearing elastic white clothing, his head completely bald and hairless, his skin hair, and green veins visible all over his limbs.

Just now Baldy Kaedun and the others had been in the room for so long, but they never noticed this person at all, his camouflage skills were practically terrifying.

Garen appraised this person carefully, he was Dragon Turtle, and he did seem to be training some method to control his blood qi inside his body. It seemed like this world was not completely void of martial arts after all.

"My main problem is that I can’t find Lotus Pearl, her hiding skills are truly impressive, and that just happens to be not my forte," Garen spoke honestly, his martial power was terrifyingly powerful, but his opponent did not show up at all, hiding in the crowd like a needle in a haystack.

"I fought Lotus Pearl before, back when he was a man." Dragon Turtle licked his lips, "He is indeed powerful, but we Rexott are not something Lotus Pearl can handle on his own. Do not worry."

Garen nodded.

The other person was part of the team sent by the Rexott Group to help, taking over the vengeance between the Nighthawks and the Primary Colors completely. But even so, he still had to make sure that such a big group did not go back on their word, there was also the possibility that the two sides would band together to split up his resources.

"As long as you can find her, I will personally handle everything else."

Vaguely, hints of cruelty emanated from Garen’s body, and Dragon Turtle’s pupils dilated slightly.

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A hidden branch, in the Rexott Group

In a fancy, luxurious office that seemed like a hall

A golden ceiling, silver floors, and complicated silver patterns carved everywhere. Several large chandeliers hung all over the hall, creating a regular hexagon.

Under the sparkling white light.

Rod and another blonde man sat opposite each other at a long table underneath the chandelier.

Other than them, there was no one else in the entire huge office.

"Speak, what are you planning by using the one opportunity I gave you to mobilize Dragon Turtle secretly?" The blonde man put down his knife and fork gracefully, picking up the napkin beside him to wipe his mouth, and then looking up at Rod, who was also eating.

"Have you looked at the information I gave you? Big Brother." Rod said straight-facedly, putting down his cutlery as well.

"I’ve seen it, but I don’t understand your solution to it at all." The blonde man nodded, he had beautiful features, and a cold and graceful aura, but what was most special about him was the scent of danger he emitted, like a wild beast. He was one of the few people to make it to the top of the Rexott Group all on his own power, a terrifying character.

"The Nighthawks and the Primary Colors were never at the same level, I don’t need to explain to you which to choose, right? After I stabilize the Nighthawk King, I’ll team up with the Primary Colors and surround him, isn’t it the better choice to split him among us? This will also benefit our relationship with the Primary Colors."