The Legendary Man

Chapter 554 Ancient Hidden Sect
Staring at the men lying on the ground, Jonathan stated placidly, “Undeniably, it’s a brutal method. However, it works very well!”
On the heels of that, he appeared right in front of Leslie in a whizz before wrapping his arms around her.
Even though Leslie was convinced that Jonathan would not take advantage of her, she could not refrain from blushing crimson
as she was pressed against his chest.
She put her guard up by placing her hands over her chest and stammered, “W-What are you trying to do?”
“I reckon the one who went to inform the gang leader has reached the third floor by now. Let me take you there with a shortcut,”
Jonathan replied nonchalantly and leaped into the air. With that, they were high up in mid-air before ramming into the window of
the third floor.
Leslie squealed at the top of her lungs. Surprisingly, they landed steadily on the ground the next second. When she opened her
eyes, only then did she realize she was already standing in a room. Meanwhile, Maverick was seated on the couch opposite her,
gawking at her.
The man who had gone to inform Maverick earlier was now standing at the door. He widened his eyes in disbelief as he stared at
Jonathan and Leslie, not knowing what to do next.
With a wave, Jonathan dispersed the shield formed by the spiritual energy. Staring at Maverick, he asked curiously. “Are you
Blackey Carlson?”
“I...” Maverick swallowed a slump down his throat and nodded. “My name is Maverick Carlson. May I know why you are looking
for me?”
At the same time, Leslie finally regained her composure. She straightened her cloth before whipping out her police ID.
“Blackey Carlson, you know who I am, don’t you? You’re charged with aiding and abetting others in murdering police officers.
Please follow me back for interrogation.”
“Officer, what are you talking about? I don’t get you.” Maverick rose to his feet and refuted apprehensively, “I’m operating a legal
business here—”

Before Maverick could finish his words, he stood rooted to the ground as though he was a robot, and someone had controlled his
movement.
Leslie turned to look in Jonathan’s direction. “Didn’t you agree to let me handle him after he’s captured?”
“Take a closer look.” Jonathan lifted his right hand as if he was holding an invisible string. With that, Maverick slowly moved his
hand from his back to the front, like a puppet. Unexpectedly, there was a black gun in his hand.
“Leslie, if we were two ordinary people, he might have fired at us abruptly during your hesitation moments ago. You could’ve
landed yourself in deep trouble because of your soft personality. Do you realize that?” Jonathan pointed out as he manipulated
Maverick’s movement with his inner thought. In a split second, Maverick put his arm down gradually.
Bang!
After two consecutive gunshots sounded, Maverick’s legs bled profusely.
“That’s all I can help you with. Take care of the rest by yourself. Remember not to pester me again.”
The next second, Jonathan clenched his right fist, converging the pure spiritual energy surrounding Maverick. Subsequently, the
spiritual energy dispersed, causing a massive explosion with a boom. In the blink of an eye, Maverick lay motionless on the
ground in a bloody mess.
“Jonathan...” Leslie was about to say something. She turned around, only to find that Jonathan was already nowhere to be seen.
In the meantime, Ryan was seated in the clinic of Xenhall with sheer impatience in his eyes.
Meanwhile, the burly man Jonathan scared off earlier was whipping a woman with a belt. The woman whose arms were held by
two men and was beaten to a pulp turned out to be Lynn.
The burly man pulled Lynn’s hair with a yank and bellowed, “D*mn it! Are you going to say it? Where’s the brat who backed you
up yesterday?”
Lynn was on the verge of unconsciousness. Needless to say, she could not reply to the burly man’s questions, as her mind was
a blur at that moment.
The burly man chastised breathlessly, “D*mn it! You’re indeed a tough nut. I’ll rip your clothes off and take you to the village to let
the others look at you. I’ll see how long you can last!”

Just as he was about to rip off her clothes, a porcelain bowl hit his head. He fell to his knees as the bowl shattered into pieces.
Covering his head, he turned around and saw Ryan glowering coldly at him.
“I’m utterly disappointed with your work efficiency.” Ryan’s voice sounded as though he was a demon from hell. His voice sent
shivers down the burly man’s spine.
Without a second thought, the burly man crawled toward him and pleaded, “Boss, please give me another chance. I’m sure I’ll be
able to get her to tell me about that brat’s whereabouts now.”
As Ryan looked at how the man pleaded with him for forgiveness, a flicker of ferocity flashed across his eyes. Even the spiritual
energy in his meridian began surging and burning up.
However, at that very moment, the phone on the desk suddenly rang.
After Ryan answered it, a panicky voice sounded from the other end of the line. “B-Boss... Blackey was arrested by the police,
and we were instructed to close down Mirage Plaza!”
Ryan’s frown deepened into a scowl in an instant. He cast a look at Lynn on the other side. “Take this woman with us. We’ll head
back to Summerbank now.”
In the meantime, Jonathan had a sleepless night in the guest room of Triplex Manifesta.
The following day, a young monk went over at dawn as instructed by Sofus to relay the latter’s message.
Shortly after, he led Jonathan to a room. Other than Sofus, there were another three men and a woman.
The moment Jonathan entered the room, he could sense the foursome’s spiritual sense right away.
Ah! Four Grandmasters!
Sensing the fluctuation of their spiritual energy, Jonathan could figure it out at once.
At the same time, Sofus stood up. “Everyone, let me introduce this man to you. He’s Jonathan Goldstein. Mr. Goldstein is also
the last person who will join us on our trip to the Summerbank Abyss this round.”
Gazing at the foursome, Jonathan nodded slightly.

“Jonathan Goldstein?” Among them, a pale-faced, good-looking young man, who was seated at the furthest right, guffawed. “Mr.
Goldstein, I’m impressed that you are already a Grandmaster at such a young age. I hope you don’t mind that I don’t have a
good eye. Would you mind telling me which sect you are from?”
Even though the other three did not chime in, they paused what they were doing and turned to look at Jonathan in unison.
Seeing that, Jonathan shook his head. “I’m not from any sect.”
A faint smile spread over the other two men’s faces when they heard Jonathan’s words. The contempt in their eyes intensified
instantaneously.
Only the young woman with a ponytail, who was seated opposite Jonathan, stood up to greet him courteously, “I’m Lauryn
Blackwood from the Ancient Sword Sect.”
She stretched her hand to pat the young man who piped up a while ago and added, “He’s Irving Zeigler, my senior. The one on
the left is Bertel Tanner, whereas the one on the right is Torkild Fisker. They are both cultivators of the Ancient Sword Sect.”
Jonathan, too, greeted Lauryn politely, “Nice to meet you, Ms. Blackwood.”
Irving snapped coldly, “What’s the point of you feigning formality? Since we are all cultivators, why not address each other
directly by name? You’d better not try to butter anyone up to curry favor with us.”
Jonathan threw a glance at Irving. Coincidentally, the latter fixed his eyes on Jonathan as well. There was inexplicit viciousness
and haughtiness in Irving’s piercing gaze.
In a split second, Jonathan was fully aware that Irving’s cultivation method was obviously of an extreme type. Nonetheless, he
could not fathom why the latter seemed to harbor a sense of hostility toward him.
Well, I hope he won’t step on my toes once we enter the Summerbank Abyss later.
As the thought occurred to Jonathan, Sofus, who was alongside him, cleared his throat.
“Since everyone is here, we’ll enter the Summerbank Abyss in no time. Thank you in advance for your cooperation.”