After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top

Chapter 70 - 70 061 Woman, Be Independent (2 more updates) _2

?Chapter 70: Chapter 061: Woman, Be Independent (2 more updates) _2 Chapter 70: Chapter 061: Woman, Be Independent (2 more updates) _2 *

“Damn it, they’re using underhanded tactics.”

Ethan Coates watched his fallen comrade, angrily putting on his gear.

He chased while reporting to Len Hawthorne, “Young Master Hawthorne, it’s an ancient martial artist.

Shit our luck, running into this kind of thing.”

“Be careful, they’re using poison.”

Len Hawthorne rushed over in just a few moments from another direction.

It didn’t take more than two minutes.

The two groups met up.

“Bang!”

The person entering the tunnel suddenly threw a punch forward, causing a partial collapse.

Ethan Coates and Len Hawthorne stopped at the same time.

Ethan Coates laughed sarcastically, “They’re running inside, they’re trying to threaten us.”

They knew they wouldn’t joke around with ordinary people, so they went into the tunnel.

Len Hawthorne walked up to him, “How are you?”

“This little bit of poison won’t kill me.”

“Did you see what the person looked like?”

“I saw them clearly, remember the rumor from Sheffield City a few years ago?

It’s that guy kicked out by the Taylor family.”

As expected, it had something to do with the Taylor family.

They had been watching for a while and only saw vehicles coming out of the tunnel, but there was no trace of that person in any of the cars escaping.

As Ethan Coates was wondering, Len Hawthorne’s voice followed, “It looks like we missed them.”

“What do you mean?”

“A face-changing technique, an expert one.”

“Damn!”

*

A short distance from where the incident occurred, on the other side of the road.

A slender figure stood at the intersection, waiting for those cars to pass.

Calix Johnson was taking the two dried corpses back to Sheffield City today.

He had bodyguards following him.

With his slightly enhanced abilities, Calix Johnson had no fear.

In the car, he was on an encrypted call with Gideon Stephens.

Suddenly, the car jerked to a stop.

He lurched forward from the inertia.

About to curse, the driver’s eyes widened, pointing ahead, “Mr.

Johnson…

it seems our car hit something.”

Calix Johnson looked forward and saw nothing.

He cursed, “What are you playing at?

There’s nothing in front, keep going.”

Idiot!

“No, no…

it’s a ghost wall.”

Calix Johnson laughed in anger, kicking the driver’s seat, “There are no ghosts in this world, just drive through it.”

The car tried to start, but it still couldn’t move, as if something was blocking it.

There was nothing in front, and there were no other cars around.

Did they really hit a ghost?

“Bang!”

A huge boulder from the mountain suddenly fell from the sky.

It smashed several cars side by side into flat pancakes.

No one inside had a chance to struggle.

And it was unknown where that stone that hit all the vehicles came from.

Calix Johnson was squeezed into a corner, and before losing consciousness, he saw a girl walking towards him.

And a black cat.

The cat jumped to the car window and meowed at the people inside.

All the sinister things these people did behind the scenes were enough to sentence them to death.

Now, they were just leaving a little early.

Well, aren’t there still a few of them who haven’t died?

Whether they can be saved depends on their luck.

*

The entrance and exit of Mountain County.

This place had a decent amount of human traffic.

Chloe Stephens stood in front of a fried chicken shop, looking at their meal combos.

A young man with a strong smell bumped into her.

She turned her head and stared at his retreating figure.

As if sensing her gaze, the man abruptly turned around, his eyes fierce as he stared at the girl.

There was a sinister light in his eyes.

Chloe Stephens’ face was calm, even her gaze as still as the surface of a lake.

The young man wanted to go over and grab her but held back.

Her gaze made him uncomfortable.

His intuition told him he should crush her to death for his own safety.

Chloe Stephens didn’t care about the young man who walked away.

The man had changed his face.

His face-changing technique was pretty good.

*

The next morning.

The Taylor residence.

A second yellow card appeared on Wayne Taylor’s desk.

His face turned livid with rage, “What does this brat think our Taylor Family is, just handing out yellow cards as he pleases.”

He threw away the yellow card on the table.

The assistant picked up the yellow card and opened the letter that came with it.

“What is this?”

Upon seeing the letter, Wayne Taylor’s eyes changed instantly as he read it.

“Bryson Taylor has shown up again,” Wayne Taylor clenched the letter in his hand, “Reply to that brat from the Hawthorne family.”

“Yes.”

*

The lighter flickered in the morning light.

A slender figure stood under the warm sun, looking somewhat soft.

Behind him, a team member ran out, and upon seeing the person under the warm sun, felt that even his eyes were blinded by Team Hawthorne’s dazzling brilliance.

Swallowing his saliva secretly, the team member handed him a reply they had just received: “Team Hawthorne, Bryson Taylor has responded.”

The bony hand took it, and the member swallowed his saliva once more before turning and running away.

The Taylor Family’s reply was very clear.

They told them to directly take the person in question and that the Taylor Family wouldn’t interfere.

They could even provide assistance.

“What a cunning old fox.”

“Young Master Hawthorne, I’m afraid that person is still in Mountain County.

I don’t know why he’s so persistent in searching for something there.”

Ethan Coates looked up at the warm sunshine as he ate his bun.

Len Hawthorne handed the faxed letter to him, “Make arrangements.”

“To capture whom?”

“Bryson Taylor.”

Ethan Coates looked down at the fax, which contained the name provided by the Taylor Family.

“So it really is him.

Does Young Master Hawthorne truly believe that only he could create that thing?”

“How many people did the ones we captured confess to?”

“No matter how much we forced them, they didn’t reveal Bryson Taylor’s name.

Could there be another group of people working behind the scenes?”

“No matter how many groups there are, we just need to capture them.”

“There are two suspicious points.

First, that beast was targeting your daughter, and second, where did all these things come from…”

“Unearth the person before the third injury occurs.”

*

The situation at Glamoriz had changed.

With the news breaking, Glamoriz truly fell into Yvette Foster’s hands.

No matter how angry Gideon Stephens was, there was nothing he could do across the borderline.

Coming back from the company, Yvette Foster looked somewhat dazed.

“Chloe, is Glamoriz really mine now?

Isn’t this a dream…” Was her luck too good?

“Hmm, just manage what’s rightfully yours well.

If you don’t understand something, you can ask others for help.

A woman must be independent.”

Yvette Foster suddenly hugged Chloe Stephens, and Chloe’s body stiffened.

“Chloe, from now on, Mom will make money to support you.

We don’t need to rely on the Stephens Family.”

“Mhm.”

“By the way, the court case last time…” Yvette Foster had been busy these past two days and had forgotten about the court case.

“We won.”

Yvette Foster regretted her mistake of forgetting such an important matter involving her daughter.

Seeing her self-blaming expression, Chloe said indifferently, “It’s a small matter; I can handle it.”

“It’s all Mom’s fault.”

“You’ve done well.”

“I even forgot something so important.

I’m sorry, Chloe…

I’m not worthy of being a mother.”

“It’s fine.”

“Chloe…”

“I’m hungry.”

“Okay, what do you want Mom to make for you, Chloe?”

“Anything.”

Chloe went upstairs.

With tearful eyes, Yvette Foster took out her mobile phone and found that several calls from blocked numbers had come in.

Ignoring them, she made another call to learn about the court case that day.

*

Noon.

Campus area.

Just as Chloe set one foot on the school grounds, she suddenly turned and looked in one direction.

At the same time.

River East Village.

Outside Divinity Temple.

A young man frowned as he stared at the barrier at the entrance, unable to enter from above or below.

There was no position where he could get close to the door.

He had waited so long for that group of people to leave River East Village, but now he was stopped by this unknown thing.

Feeling frustrated, he yelled towards the inside, “If you are really the ancestor of the Taylor Family, then accept me.”

There was still no response.

So, that rumor was false.

The creators of the various family domains didn’t exist and were all just lies.

The young man didn’t leave but continued to circle around Divinity Temple.

Searching for a weak spot.

The existence of such unscientific things meant that this place really transcended reality.

Inside, there must be the thing he was looking for.