Chapter 62: Run!

On a small earthen mound lush with thick trees, a pale-skinned man dropped his sniper rifle and hurriedly ran down the slope.

“Just as the intelligence indicated—he’s definitely not an ordinary hybrid.”

“The chances are high that he’s already surpassed the critical bloodline limit. It’s astonishing that Cassell Academy turns a blind eye to such a dangerous existence.”

Recalling the scene he had just witnessed through the sniper scope, the man’s hair stood on end.

Though an uncontrollable wave of fear welled up within him, he pressed on resolutely toward the foot of the slope.

But soon, he gradually came to a halt.

He stared coldly ahead, his right hand slowly reaching to his side.

At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out from the forest, and a piercing pain shot through the man’s wrist.

“No need for such childish tricks anymore, right?” Leon, holding a metal shard in his hand, looked at the pale man clutching his right wrist, sweat pouring down his face. “Shall we talk?”

With the help of the Gunslinger, Leon had significantly improved his aim.

Hearing this, the pale man sneered coldly. “Hah, I have nothing to say to monsters like you.”

“Monsters? What did I do to earn that title?” Leon felt wronged. Since arriving in this world, he had mostly been grinding experience. By his reckoning, he had even helped Cassell Academy slay two pure-blooded dragons.

Faced with Leon’s challenge, the man remained silent, only coldly gazing at him.

“Forget it. I can probably guess who sent you.”

The man’s features clearly didn’t match those of the Gatusso family’s bloodline, but Leon knew that the Gatusso clan would never personally intervene in such matters.

Odin had been in hiding for so long—he wouldn’t expose himself so easily. At most, he would operate from behind the scenes.

Only Leon, aware of the storyline, knew of the existence of that King of Sky and Wind.

Of course, it was also possible that some deranged faction within the secret society had truly targeted him.

Failing to extract any useful information, Leon wasted no words and swiftly ended the man’s life.

Afterward, he gazed thoughtfully at the lush surrounding forest.

“Should I return to New York to continue cooperating with Cassell Academy, or simply run away?”

The former would allow Leon to keep leveraging Cassell Academy’s platform, but his most needed resource—the Craftsman Apprentice (Alchemy) skill—had already maxed out, and any action would be monitored by the secret society.

The latter option was the exact opposite.

After some consideration, Leon decided to temporarily disappear from the secret society’s radar.

After all, being constantly watched by that old schemer Odin was unbearable—even if Odin’s current focus was probably on how to consume the White King.

Moreover, this would facilitate Leon’s future contact with Norton.

With a light breath, Leon melted into the forest and vanished without a trace.

...

The massacre at the Monterey branch had naturally compelled Cassell Academy to convene the board of directors.

At that moment, Anje’s expression was as cold and harsh as the eternal ice of the Arctic: “Beowulf, these are your people, aren’t they?”

He waved a photo in his hand, depicting a pale-skinned male corpse.

“Could you please explain how a member of the prestigious Dragon-Blooded family ended up in such a place?”

Facing Anje’s accusation, Beowulf’s expression remained indifferent: “I did not give this order.”

He did not deny that the man in the photo was a member of his family.

After uttering this, the Dragon-Blooded abruptly cut off the connection.

Staring at the suddenly darkened screen, Anje’s face was unreadable, betraying no emotion.

With one party leaving, the conversation clearly could not continue. The other families exchanged glances before disconnecting one after another.

In the blink of an eye, only Anje and Flamel remained.

At that moment, Flamel suddenly spoke: “Anje, it’s possible that Beowulf is telling the truth—he really was unaware.”

Hearing this, Anje shook his head slightly. “I know.”

“You knew but still acted that way just now?” Flamel was surprised.

Anje shrugged. “Just putting on a show. This matter isn’t so simple.”

After all, it was unthinkable that Beowulf would be so reckless.

If the protagonist of this massacre—Leon—possessed bloodline optimization technology, they could afford to wait patiently.

As fellow members of the secret society, if such bloodline enhancement existed, it would eventually be revealed to all.

And if they believed Leon had already reached the critical bloodline limit and sought to hunt him down, it wouldn’t be just an ordinary member of the Beowulf family coming—but the infamous Dragon-Blooded himself.

There was no doubt that the deceased Beowulf in the photo was merely a pawn.

Unfortunately, Anje failed to uncover who the man had contacted or whose orders he followed to hunt Leon.

But failure to find out meant something, didn’t it?

Few forces within the secret society had the capability to reach this stage.

That was why Anje had behaved as he did earlier.

Prompted by Anje, Flamel quickly pieced together the intricate implications.

He scratched his head and took a swig of whiskey from his iron flask: “Which family do you think it is?”

At this, a dangerous gleam flashed in Anje’s eyes: “Gatusso, Göttingen, Cadmus...”

“All are possible.”

“No matter which one, what they want most is to see me and Beowulf clash.”

Pausing, the silver-haired elder added, “…perhaps with that little guy involved as well.”

“Ha, interesting. Seems that little guy holds secrets far beyond our guess.”

“Flamel, you don’t really believe that little guy is some super hybrid engineered by the Shenzhou faction, do you?”

The secret society’s alchemy master couldn’t help but roll his eyes, knowing Anje was joking.

According to the on-site investigation report, that fourth-generation specimen barely resisted before being killed.

Only a handful within the entire Cassell Academy could accomplish such a feat.

Sadly, it was pointless to dwell on this now. Since that day, the opponent seemed to have vanished without a trace.

Yet Anje remained unhurried.

“Let the members at the Mexico branch keep watch for now. He won’t hide forever. The most important thing now is to retrieve Konstantin’s egg from beneath Kuimen.”

The thought of soon personally killing the twin offspring of a Dragon King brought a mix of excitement and rage to Anje’s face.

Seeing this, Flamel said nothing, only shaking his head slightly as he took another gulp of whiskey.