Chapter 82 82:Mr.Silver[II]
Leon pondered for a moment, scratching his cheek before responding.
"It's the place beyond the dimensional crack where the Federation formed a defense line. It's a location filled with countless opportunities, allowing one to change their fate and status quo. Is that what you want to say?" Argent interrupted, cutting Leon's speech.
"Not exactly, but almost similar. However, I think it's also a dangerous place, as people say treasures lay in peril. No pain, no gain," Leon added, shrugging.
"At least you are aware of that," Argent's voice carried a hint of sadness.
"Today's generations don't know the true horror of the Dimensional zones. It is a place filled with brutality and death, laying traps to embrace you at each step. Even as people enjoy themselves peacefully here, the war for survival is fought often, and heroes lay down their lives so that otherworlders couldn't breach the barrier."
Argent paused, observing Leon's expression, and tapped on the armrest with a profound expression.
"Amidst all this, our numbers are insufficient to deal with them, and cultivators aren't easy to train. The physical barrier hindering cultivation isn't easy to breach. We need more people, and this is the dire need of the hour. With this, all those who are stuck at Tier 4 would finally advance to Martial Disciple and can go to war."
Leon listened solemnly as the man spoke with a bitter and saddened expression.
"You say we lack numbers, but I can see many groups of cultivating thugs roaming around," Leon snickered.
"First, it's their choice. The Federation has never forced anyone to go to war, and it's detrimental to push unknown groups who might betray. Secondly, those who access the Dimensional Zone must have a clear background, unlike mercenaries whose backgrounds are hidden or anonymous. College graduates are young and it's easier to shape their mindset."
"You old guys surely know how to talk," Leon shook his head in reply.
Knowing how wild these people were, only god knows what kind of trouble they would bring on others.
Leon rubbed his chin and asked the most important question.
"Surprisingly, the Army is using such an organization to do their bidding, isn't it."
Argent smiled, knowing where the question stemmed from as he talked about his dissatisfaction with using Blood Net with his superior during his younger days.
"There is no right or wrong in this world. Only power reigns supreme. Though it's sad and tragic, this is the reality, and no one can change that."
"Hmm!" Leon lowered his head with an inexplicable expression upon hearing this.
In this world, if evil doesn't exist, then instead of peace, it would be the good who turns into evil. It is only because evil exists that good people can act good and curb their ill intentions.
A peaceful world with no evil was nearly impossible until the creator could create a perfectly good being, but he couldn't because he himself wasn't perfect.
And proof of this is the blackening effect where many good people's mindset changes through the journey.
In his past life, there was a gang that terrorized the area and bullied poor people. The people's condition was pitiful. They were poor but forced to pay; if not, they were tortured brutally.
They were coerced to grow marijuana.
After Leon killed their leader and the group disbanded, the same people who always scream for justice and goodness rose from the ashes and formed their gang by selling the leftover drugs, and very soon doing all nefarious deeds.
Back then, Leon became soulless when he heard this and concluded that if you want the world to be good, then you should kill bad guys but...
Just how much are you gonna kill...
Kill until no one except you is left?
That's the question he was never able to answer.
"If Blood Net didn't exist, there would be thousands of organizations like this. We support Blood Net, and by doing this, we have a certain excess and control over it. Due to our support of Blood Net, you won't find any other organizations that just do things unbridled, unlike Blood Net which at least has some rules."
Leon wanted to say that the old man was sugarcoating hypocrisy but he refrained.
"Except you, we have already hired 9000 personnel to look for this. We have sent out people all over the world to the suitable location that has the highest possibility of that researcher to hide."
"Fine then, take it, but promise me one thing; this won't find its way to families who will use them for their benefit," Leon left no alternative.
"I promise," Argent made a solemn vow under Leon's sharp gaze.
"Whether it's true or false, in the end, it didn't matter. Because I would end the thing by myself if they used it for their ill purpose."Leon answered…No, it wasn't an answer rather it was a declaration and a promise.
Argent smiled faintly and acknowledged the man's spirit.
"You are the type of guy we need out there. If you want I can give you a pass."
"No need!"Leon refuted.
"What a pit.."
"Because I will be heading there and it will be through a legal source," Leon answered, baffling Argent.
Frowning for a moment, Argent took a brief moment to understand Leon's hidden meaning.
"That's great. It seems your background is quite complex for you to act like this at such an age. On one hand, some rich second generation are wasting time in drinking and hooking while some like you are already on the way to achieving great things."
"Hey, don't lump me with those pieces of shit. And enough bullshit, let's get to the main topic."Leon's expression turned serious.
"Except for the money, I want two things. First, I want to go through the Martial Spirit awakening ceremony, and secondly, I want to increase my sphere of influence."
"I can agree with that. And as for the second, I especially need people like you. You might not know, but we also use Blood Net to segregate people and hire them to work for us due to a shortage of manpower," Argent smiled, giving a brief nod, and spoke to Leon a bit before taking his leave.
Leon slumped down on his seat after the man left and wiped off sweat on his forehead.
"That was intense," Leon sighed heavily and then took out his smartphone to call Sophia.
...…..
In Vista,
The palace that had always been filled with color was now bleak and desolate.
With a grotesque wound carved all over his body, Anthony knelt on the floor begging for mercy.
Before him stood a man with lifeless eyes devoid of any expression.
In his arms, he held his sobbing wife crying pitifully, unable to contain her tears.
"My child... My poor boy... What happened to him?"
"We need to avenge him. I want this world to get burned down with that bastard who killed him."
"Bella.... I will do exactly what you want, but you need to control your emotions."
"How... Ho... do you want me to control it, Jay….Uw…Just how…
uwuwu.'' Bella's voice, engraved in sadness, echoed in the hall.
"How can someone hurt such a sparkling child? What kind of stone-hearted monster can do that?"
Anthony, who shows the couple acts, wanted to ask just from which angle the Young Master looks like a sparkling child but if he did that, he wouldn't be alive.
"Master, don't lose hope. Young Master might still be alive out there. He might have been trapped. We shou...."
BOOOOOM!
Before he could finish his sentence, a loud blast swept around, and Anthony's body, like a cut kite, shot back and blasted against the wall.
"Shut up, Idiot! it's all because of you."
In a panic, Anthony tried to plead.
"Master, listen to me, there was someone who came out with the woman whom Young Master had taken a fancy upon."
Jay stopped and heard what Anthony had to say. As Anthony finished his speech, a strange glint flashed in Jay's eyes, and he waved his hand.
BOOOM!
Anthony burst out like a watermelon and spurting blood; his half-remaining body fell on the ground lifelessly.
"Noel... Noel, I am gonna make your life a living hell," Jay shouted with bloodshot eyes.
With the way things were, Jay didn't give a damn if that guy was the real culprit or not. All he wanted was to vent his immense frustration and take revenge for his son.
However, he was sure that guy knew something because he knew that his son didn't abandon girls he had taken fancy to.
He vowed that he would hunt that bastard down and make him fork out the things about his son's death. Only then can his son's soul rest in peace.
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