After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top

Chapter 35: Chapter 033: Who Is That Person Chapter 35: Chapter 033: Who Is That Person “Are you guys from the law enforcement team?”

Fred noticed that their uniforms weren’t standard-issue and assumed that they were young masters from some family acting as law enforcers.

Ethan Coates’s expression remained unchanged: “No, big brother, I’m part of the Slaughter Squad.”

The crowd behind: “…”

Deputy Coates, we still have dignity to protect.

They now seem like mere exterminators.

Fred’s handsome brows furrowed, “You mean the ancient martial arts cleaning team.”

“…”

This one’s even more direct.

It reduced them to the status of cleaners.

Jeremy Jennings and Zachary Fisher, trying to endure their surging pain, listened to their conversation with furrowed brows.

“Pfft!”

Jeremy spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Wow!

Just spitting out blood like that,” Ethan Coates exaggeratedly jumped back.

Len Hawthorne took out his ID, flashed it, and put it away, “We now accuse you of obstructing official duties and destroying a second-class historical relic.”

Zachary Fisher’s brow furrowed tighter.

“You don’t have the authority to do that yet.”

Fred stood in front and said coldly.

Len Hawthorne glanced sideways, “Who are you?”

“Fred Foster.”

Never heard of him.

Len Hawthorne ignored him directly.

“The people in your custody are who we’re looking for.” Ethan Coates glanced at the members of the Stephens Family who were suppressing several people.

Jeremy Jennings pointed to the Divinity Temple’s Gate: “Since you’re from the cleaning team, you should be able to handle the stuff inside.”

Upon hearing this, the people from the Fisher Family instinctively shut their mouths.

They had no idea what sly trick the old fox Jeremy had up his sleeve.

Every ancient martial artist who went in there was subject to backlash.

Jeremy was trying to lure them in and send them to their deaths.

“Oh?”

Len Hawthorne was no fool, of course, and could see the fleeting flash of light in Jeremy’s eyes.

“Young Master Hawthorne, it doesn’t look clean inside.

This old geezer’s trying to trick us.”

Ethan Coates approached, and the other members of the Stephens Family immediately stood in front of Jeremy, blocking his path.

Without a second thought, Len Hawthorne walked inside.

Seeing this, Ethan Coates’s brow twitched, “Young Master Hawthorne, are you out of your mind?”

*

“Bang!”

Just as Ethan Coates stepped inside the threshold, an invisible attack sent him flying out.

“Deputy Coates!”

The accompanying people were all startled.

Len Hawthorne, now standing inside, frowned.

Everyone else who followed him in was visibly ejected at rapid speed.

Without exception, everyone but Len Hawthorne.

“Damn it…” Ethan Coates spat out blood and cursed angrily.

Len Hawthorne said, “No one else comes in.”

This place is very strange.

*

Bamboo grove behind the towering trees.

The girl stood quietly there, seeing the whole scene inside the Divinity Temple clearly.

Len Hawthorne walked up to the black jade stone tablet, his slender hand pressing down on the top of the stone tablet.

A cool breeze drilled out from the ground.

“Interesting.”

The black cat hiding in the corner trembled slightly.

It seemed like it had been discovered.

Len Hawthorne’s gaze turned to the corner.

“Hum.”

Separated by the rear wall, a deterrent force surged forward.

Len Hawthorne dodged to the side.

“Smack.”

The black jade stone tablet was knocked over.

Behind the wall,

The girl with her palm on the wall had a serene brow and eyes.

Just as Len Hawthorne was about to strike the wall, a call came from outside.

He slowly stopped his movements, squinted his long phoenix eyes, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.

His gaze fell on the unnamed old-looking tablet on the altar.

He blew out a smoke ring, his tall, exquisite body leaning forward.

He flicked the lighter, lighting the unburned candle on top.

He placed the cigarette by the altar, took a deep look at the rear wall, and turned to walk out.

*

Seeing Len Hawthorne emerge unharmed, Zachary Fisher and Jeremy Jennings exchanged glances.

Both saw the surprise in each other’s eyes.

How is that possible?

So many people were backlashed, why is he fine?

Could it be-

He’s not an ancient martial artist?

“You’re okay?”

Fred Foster examined him up and down.

His heart clear.

So he wasn’t an ancient martial artist.

Since childhood, Fred had practiced the ancient martial arts’ Qi techniques.

Although he hadn’t achieved great success, he was a standout among the younger generation.

These people were even better than well-trained normal people.

For example, normal people could jump a little over three meters while standing, but they could jump five or six meters.

Finding himself being ignored by Filbert Fisher’s disdainful gaze, Len Hawthorne didn’t bother to respond.

“Young Master Hawthorne!

Are you okay?

What was inside?

And what was that just now?” Ethan Coates couldn’t wait to ask.

“Nothing was inside; I just knocked over some items.”

“How could there be nothing?” Zachary Fisher felt that Len Hawthorne was lying but couldn’t find any evidence to prove it.

Len Hawthorne took out two sheets of paper from his pocket and threw them separately in front of Jeremy Jennings and Zachary Fisher, “These are arrest papers.

If there are no problems, just come with us.

Given your current circumstances, you’ll be detained for a while at most; there’s nothing to fear.”

Filbert’s expression darkened, “Here in our place, it’s just a piece of waste paper.”

Their Fisher Family was beyond this control.

Would the prison dare to detain their direct descendants?

What a ridiculous idea.

“You can refuse to cooperate,” Len Hawthorne took out his mobile phone and snapped several pictures of them in their miserable state, then recorded a video, “These are all evidence.”

Filbert was somewhat angry.

“Filbert,” Zachary Fisher noticed his abnormal behavior and stopped him in time.

Injuring the other party here was not the fundamental solution.

“Besides going in, there should be other ways,” Jeremy Jennings took a deep breath, calming his chaotic emotions, “Our Stephens Family chooses the latter.”

Len took out a cigarette, lit it, and listened to Jeremy’s words, nodding.

He again produced two more sheets of paper.

Upon seeing these papers, people from both families felt their hearts skip a beat.

Were they sure this wasn’t prepared in advance?

“Compensate for the loss according to the price, the trespassing fee of private property, our cleaning fee, and various forms of mental compensation.

Check them out and compensate immediately if there are no problems.”

Len raised his chin, and someone behind him brought over the card swiping machines and payment account numbers and placed them in front of the families.

Now, not only did everyone from both families feel their temples throbbing, but the corners of their mouths also twitched involuntarily.

*

Bamboo Grove Lane.

The girl’s expression was slightly solemn as she slowly walked outside.

The black cat was on her foot.

Meowing from time to time.

“He had no reaction.”

“Meow.”

“Perhaps, he is not an ancient martial artist.”

“Meow.”

Chloe glanced down.

It could only meow.

Absolutely useless.

She raised her hand and looked at it, frowning slightly, “I have exhausted all my abilities, but I couldn’t kill them.”

Too disappointing.

“Meow.”

“You won’t understand.

Abilities represent everything.”

Without abilities, she would be suppressed like those people just now.

“Meow.”

*

“Cousin, where did you go?” Hans Foster turned around for a while and finally found Chloe.

Chloe said, “I went to pick wild vegetables.”

“…”

“Let’s go back.”

Chloe walked past him and returned to the Foster Family.

To Yvette Foster’s speechlessness, both of them returned empty-handed.

Just then, an uncle riding an electric bike delivered some vegetables.

He said to Fred Foster, who was sitting in front of the door, “Uncle Foster, those people are gone.”

Fred Foster immediately stood up.

“All gone?”

“Yes, all gone, it seems a lot of people were injured.”

Fred Foster worried that the ancestral temple had been destroyed and hurriedly said to Yvette, “Yvette, let’s go check.”

Yvette couldn’t stop him this time and went back to the ancestral temple again.

*

Before the ancestral temple, they found many traces of blood.

Fred Foster rushed in.

Seeing the black jade stone tablet lying there, his face instantly turned extremely ugly.

Chloe pursed her lips.

She probably did this.

Outside.

Ethan Coates was sitting in the backseat of the car with an open door and a pale face.

“Those families got off easy this time, Young Master Hawthorne.

Did you see their faces when they left?

They looked so terrible.”

Ethan grinned maliciously.

Len threw the cigarette butt under his feet and crushed it.

He glanced back at the village entrance then withdrew his gaze.

“I never expected the Stephens and Fisher families to have so many ancient martial artists.”

Thinking about the situation at the time, Coates was filled with worry.

“Young Master Hawthorne, that Divinity Temple was really strange.

Every ancient martial artist who had cultivated was counterattacked.

But…wait, how come you were fine?”

“Maybe it’s because I’m handsome; the thing inside the temple couldn’t bear to hurt me.”

“Damn it!”

“Those secret protectors of the Stephens and Fisher families only have a little martial arts training, which makes them slightly stronger than ordinary people.

In reality, they aren’t ancient martial artists.” Len Hawthorne opened the car door and got in.

He gazed out the window with narrowed eyes.

He wondered who that person was.

Why did those auras give him a familiar feeling?