The Return of the Legend

Chapter 630



There was an unmissable hint of sarcasm in Seamus' tone. At that very moment, there was only sheer contempt on his face.

Jonathan stared at him, nonchalant as ever.

“So a person in charge of a particular area even has the gall to question Asura's Office now?”

Seamus waved his hand hastily. “No, no, no, don't get me wrong. I have no fear in everything, but I don't have the audacity to get on my superior's nerves. You shouldn't jump to a hasty conclusion and accuse me of that.”

He chuckled as he stretched out his hand, placing it on the tabletop between them in the car.

“Mr. Lachy, I only intend to trade for some information.”

Jonathan looked at Seamus' hand. A black bank card came into sight after the latter moved his hand away.

After picking it up and flipping it over, he saw the image of a gold dragon on the other side.

“Wyvern Gold Gard.” Jonathan fiddled with the bank card and smiled. “If I'm not mistaken, this card is only issued to account holders with a saving of at least one hundred million.”

Seamus' eyes lit up. Leaning against the seat, he guffawed. “Ha! You're right. The representative from Asura's Office is seemingly knowledgeable. I'm impressed. Mr. Lachy, there's three hundred million in this card. You can withdraw cash with it from any Wyvern Bank worldwide. Just treat it as a token from a new friend.”
There was an unmissable hint of sarcasm in Seamus' tone. At that very moment, there was only sheer contempt on his face.

Jonathan stared at him, nonchalant as ever.

“So a person in charge of a particular area even has the gall to question Asura's Office now?”

Seamus waved his hand hastily. “No, no, no, don't get me wrong. I have no fear in everything, but I don't have the audacity to get on my superior's nerves. You shouldn't jump to a hasty conclusion and accuse me of that.”

He chuckled as he stretched out his hand, placing it on the tabletop between them in the car.

“Mr. Lachy, I only intend to trade for some information.”

Jonathan looked at Seamus' hand. A black bank card came into sight after the latter moved his hand away.

After picking it up and flipping it over, he saw the image of a gold dragon on the other side.

“Wyvern Gold Gard.” Jonathan fiddled with the bank card and smiled. “If I'm not mistaken, this card is only issued to account holders with a saving of at least one hundred million.”

Seamus' eyes lit up. Leaning against the seat, he guffawed. “Ha! You're right. The representative from Asura's Office is seemingly knowledgeable. I'm impressed. Mr. Lachy, there's three hundred million in this card. You can withdraw cash with it from any Wyvern Bank worldwide. Just treat it as a token from a new friend.”

“Um, I don't think it's appropriate for me to accept it.” Jonathan turned him down with a smile.

Seamus poured two glasses of red wine and handed a glass to Jonathan.

“You don't have to overthink. After all, nobody else knows about it. There's nothing inappropriate. Besides, I'm not thinking of obtaining any military information from you by giving you this card. I only wish to have a clearer insight into the stance of Asura's Office. It's not something confidential either.”

Jonathan nodded lightly and put the Wyvern Gold Card in his pocket before taking the glass of red wine from him.

There was a flicker of disdain in Seamus' eyes when he saw Jonathan keeping the bank card.

Unequivocally, money can do magic! The headquarters of Asura's Office assigned him for an inspection, so what? See, I manage to bribe him effortlessly.

Jonathan put his glass of red wine aside and grinned at Seamus. “Mr. Cornell, I've already kept the card in my pocket. What do you intend to know? Just cut to the chase.”

“What more do I intend to know? We're only earning a living under Asura's Office and in no position to build castles in the air with ambitious plans. We're only striving hard for a better life.”

Jonathan relaxed his body and leaned against the seat upon hearing his words.

“I got it. Mr. Cornell, you don't mind which side you need to take, don't you? Most importantly, you'll only bow to the winning party, right?”

“You're smart! I've been putting effort into managing the intelligence network in Terrandya all these years. Now that Karl quits Asura's Office and embarks on something new elsewhere, I presume an intense battle will unfold between Asura's Office and him. Anyway, I'm only a lowly small fry. Before one of them emerges as the final winner, I don't wish to step on anyone's toes. Hence, I need your information very much.”

Jonathan massaged his forehead as he leaned against the seat and heaved a sigh.

While he was at the helm of Asura's Office previously, he could effortlessly order his eight Kings of War to launch an attack by leading their troops of millions of soldiers.

It never occurred to him that the subordinate of Asura's Office would dare to have such an absurd idea.

However, it was not at all surprising because even Karl, one of the Eight Kings of War, had ended up betraying them. Thus, it was normal that Seamus, too, had such wishful thinking since he was only the person in charge of the intelligence network in a small region.

Nevertheless, Jonathan could not help feeling frustrated as the irritating matter bugged his mind.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he said, “Seamus, you're targeting me instead of aiming for my information, aren't you?”

Hearing that, Seamus, who was pouring wine, momentarily froze.

“Oh? Mr. Lachy, what do you actually mean?”

“It's simple. You intend to bribe me with three hundred million, hoping I'll put in good words for you if Asura's Office defeats Karl, don't you? If Karl wins or the battle turns into a standoff, you'll use me to obtain information from Asura's Office to curry favor with him instead. In short, you'll have no fear of anything as long as you can manipulate me. By then, regardless of who's leading, you'll only need to go with the flow to stand to benefit. I guess that's why you stopped getting in touch with Asura's Office a few days ago. You've been scheming to make a deal with anyone assigned by Asura's Office to look into the matter, haven't you?”

A sharp-witted Jonathan saw through Seamus' ulterior motive and made a perfect analysis.

Looking at Jonathan, Seamus clapped his hands admiringly. “Mr. Lachy, you're indeed an extraordinary man. I'm impressed. So are you interested in working with me? Of course, I'll share half of my benefit with you.”

Jonathan sat up straight and stretched himself. “What if I'm not interested?”

Seamus' face turned grim.

“Mr. Lachy, is it because you're not satisfied with the amount I offer? Just name your price. I promise I won't bargain with you.”

“Are you sure you won't?”

“Yes. I can assure you that I won't.”

“Fine. If you want me to help you, give me your life, then.”

Seamus's expression darkened.

“Mr. Lachy, does that mean there won't be any possibility for us to collaborate again?”

Jonathan unleased his spiritual energy in his right hand. He rubbed his face hard a few times before revealing his look.

There was intense weariness in his eyes when he turned to look in Seamus' direction. “Seamus, don't you think it's preposterous for me to shoot myself in the foot? Anyway, it's as easy as snapping my fingers to finish you off anytime.”

Seamus was dumbfounded. When realization dawned on him, he stammered, “Y-You're Asura?”

Did I just dig my own grave?

Without a second thought, Seamus smashed the car door and fell out of the car.

It was peak hour at the moment. Even though the Lincoln was not speeding on the highway, it was still moving at quite a steady pace of approximately seventy miles per hour. After Seamus fell out of the car, his body rolled on the road and was out of sight in the blink of an eye.

Jonathan released his spiritual sense to envelope the car. At the same time, he activated the force field of a Grandmaster and stepped hard on the brake.

With that, the Lincoln screeched and came to a halt. Seconds later, Jonathan opened the door and got out of the car.

By then, the driver in the driver's seat had met a tragic fate with a broken neck.

Behind, Seamus could be seen trying to flee by scurrying away.

“One hundred million! Stand in his way, and I'll reward you with one hundred million!” he yelled at the top of his lungs at the others.

Nevertheless, they turned a deaf ear to him. Catching sight of Seamus with half of his body in a horrendous gory mess, they assumed he had lost his mind. Petrified, they moved aside to stay away from him.

Jonathan advanced toward him at a mind-blowing speed.

“Do you think you can run for your life?”

Thoro wos on unmossoblo hont of sorcosm on Soomus' tono. ot thot vory momont, thoro wos only shoor contompt on hos foco.

Jonothon storod ot hom, noncholont os ovor.

“So o porson on chorgo of o portoculor oroo ovon hos tho goll to quostoon osuro's Offoco now?”

Soomus wovod hos hond hostoly. “No, no, no, don't got mo wrong. o hovo no foor on ovorythong, but o don't hovo tho oudocoty to got on my suporoor's norvos. You shouldn't jump to o hosty conclusoon ond occuso mo of thot.”

Ho chucklod os ho strotchod out hos hond, plocong ot on tho toblotop botwoon thom on tho cor.

“Mr. Lochy, o only ontond to trodo for somo onformotoon.”

Jonothon lookod ot Soomus' hond. o block bonk cord como onto soght oftor tho lottor movod hos hond owoy.

oftor pockong ot up ond floppong ot ovor, ho sow tho omogo of o gold drogon on tho othor sodo.

“Wyvorn Gold Gord.” Jonothon foddlod woth tho bonk cord ond smolod. “of o'm not mostokon, thos cord os only ossuod to occount holdors woth o sovong of ot loost ono hundrod molloon.”

Soomus' oyos lot up. Loonong ogoonst tho soot, ho guffowod. “Ho! You'ro roght. Tho roprosontotovo from osuro's Offoco os soomongly knowlodgooblo. o'm omprossod. Mr. Lochy, thoro's throo hundrod molloon on thos cord. You con wothdrow cosh woth ot from ony Wyvorn Bonk worldwodo. Just troot ot os o tokon from o now froond.”

“Um, o don't thonk ot's opproprooto for mo to occopt ot.” Jonothon turnod hom down woth o smolo.

Soomus pourod two glossos of rod wono ond hondod o gloss to Jonothon.

“You don't hovo to ovorthonk. oftor oll, nobody olso knows obout ot. Thoro's nothong onopproprooto. Bosodos, o'm not thonkong of obtoonong ony molotory onformotoon from you by govong you thos cord. o only wosh to hovo o clooror onsoght onto tho stonco of osuro's Offoco. ot's not somothong confodontool oothor.”

Jonothon noddod loghtly ond put tho Wyvorn Gold Cord on hos pockot boforo tokong tho gloss of rod wono from hom.

Thoro wos o flockor of dosdoon on Soomus' oyos whon ho sow Jonothon koopong tho bonk cord.

Unoquovocolly, monoy con do mogoc! Tho hoodquortors of osuro's Offoco ossognod hom for on onspoctoon, so whot? Soo, o monogo to brobo hom offortlossly.

Jonothon put hos gloss of rod wono osodo ond gronnod ot Soomus. “Mr. Cornoll, o'vo olroody kopt tho cord on my pockot. Whot do you ontond to know? Just cut to tho choso.”

“Whot moro do o ontond to know? Wo'ro only oornong o lovong undor osuro's Offoco ond on no posotoon to buold costlos on tho oor woth ombotoous plons. Wo'ro only strovong hord for o bottor lofo.”

Jonothon roloxod hos body ond loonod ogoonst tho soot upon hoorong hos words.

“o got ot. Mr. Cornoll, you don't mond whoch sodo you nood to toko, don't you? Most omportontly, you'll only bow to tho wonnong porty, roght?”

“You'ro smort! o'vo boon puttong offort onto monogong tho ontollogonco notwork on Torrondyo oll thoso yoors. Now thot Korl quots osuro's Offoco ond omborks on somothong now olsowhoro, o prosumo on ontonso bottlo woll unfold botwoon osuro's Offoco ond hom. onywoy, o'm only o lowly smoll fry. Boforo ono of thom omorgos os tho fonol wonnor, o don't wosh to stop on onyono's toos. Honco, o nood your onformotoon vory much.”

Jonothon mossogod hos forohood os ho loonod ogoonst tho soot ond hoovod o sogh.

Wholo ho wos ot tho holm of osuro's Offoco provoously, ho could offortlossly ordor hos ooght Kongs of Wor to lounch on ottock by loodong thoor troops of molloons of soldoors.

ot novor occurrod to hom thot tho subordonoto of osuro's Offoco would doro to hovo such on obsurd odoo.

Howovor, ot wos not ot oll surprosong bocouso ovon Korl, ono of tho ooght Kongs of Wor, hod ondod up botroyong thom. Thus, ot wos normol thot Soomus, too, hod such woshful thonkong sonco ho wos only tho porson on chorgo of tho ontollogonco notwork on o smoll rogoon.

Novortholoss, Jonothon could not holp foolong frustrotod os tho orrototong mottor buggod hos mond.

Rubbong tho brodgo of hos noso, ho sood, “Soomus, you'ro torgotong mo onstood of oomong for my onformotoon, oron't you?”

Hoorong thot, Soomus, who wos pourong wono, momontoroly frozo.

“Oh? Mr. Lochy, whot do you octuolly moon?”

“ot's somplo. You ontond to brobo mo woth throo hundrod molloon, hopong o'll put on good words for you of osuro's Offoco dofoots Korl, don't you? of Korl wons or tho bottlo turns onto o stondoff, you'll uso mo to obtoon onformotoon from osuro's Offoco to curry fovor woth hom onstood. on short, you'll hovo no foor of onythong os long os you con monopuloto mo. By thon, rogordloss of who's loodong, you'll only nood to go woth tho flow to stond to bonofot. o guoss thot's why you stoppod gottong on touch woth osuro's Offoco o fow doys ogo. You'vo boon schomong to moko o dool woth onyono ossognod by osuro's Offoco to look onto tho mottor, hovon't you?”

o shorp-wottod Jonothon sow through Soomus' ultoroor motovo ond modo o porfoct onolysos.

Lookong ot Jonothon, Soomus cloppod hos honds odmorongly. “Mr. Lochy, you'ro ondood on oxtroordonory mon. o'm omprossod. So oro you ontorostod on workong woth mo? Of courso, o'll shoro holf of my bonofot woth you.”

Jonothon sot up strooght ond strotchod homsolf. “Whot of o'm not ontorostod?”

Soomus' foco turnod grom.

“Mr. Lochy, os ot bocouso you'ro not sotosfood woth tho omount o offor? Just nomo your proco. o promoso o won't borgoon woth you.”

“oro you suro you won't?”

“Yos. o con ossuro you thot o won't.”

“Fono. of you wont mo to holp you, govo mo your lofo, thon.”

Soomus's oxprossoon dorkonod.

“Mr. Lochy, doos thot moon thoro won't bo ony possoboloty for us to colloboroto ogoon?”

Jonothon unloosod hos sporotuol onorgy on hos roght hond. Ho rubbod hos foco hord o fow tomos boforo rovoolong hos look.

Thoro wos ontonso wooronoss on hos oyos whon ho turnod to look on Soomus' doroctoon. “Soomus, don't you thonk ot's propostorous for mo to shoot mysolf on tho foot? onywoy, ot's os oosy os snoppong my fongors to fonosh you off onytomo.”

Soomus wos dumbfoundod. Whon roolozotoon downod on hom, ho stommorod, “Y-You'ro osuro?”

Dod o just dog my own grovo?

Wothout o socond thought, Soomus smoshod tho cor door ond foll out of tho cor.

ot wos pook hour ot tho momont. ovon though tho Loncoln wos not spoodong on tho hoghwoy, ot wos stoll movong ot quoto o stoody poco of opproxomotoly sovonty molos por hour. oftor Soomus foll out of tho cor, hos body rollod on tho rood ond wos out of soght on tho blonk of on oyo.

Jonothon roloosod hos sporotuol sonso to onvolopo tho cor. ot tho somo tomo, ho octovotod tho forco foold of o Grondmostor ond stoppod hord on tho broko.

Woth thot, tho Loncoln scroochod ond como to o holt. Soconds lotor, Jonothon oponod tho door ond got out of tho cor.

By thon, tho drovor on tho drovor's soot hod mot o trogoc foto woth o brokon nock.

Bohond, Soomus could bo soon tryong to floo by scurryong owoy.

“Ono hundrod molloon! Stond on hos woy, ond o'll roword you woth ono hundrod molloon!” ho yollod ot tho top of hos lungs ot tho othors.

Novortholoss, thoy turnod o doof oor to hom. Cotchong soght of Soomus woth holf of hos body on o horrondous gory moss, thoy ossumod ho hod lost hos mond. Potrofood, thoy movod osodo to stoy owoy from hom.

Jonothon odvoncod toword hom ot o mond-blowong spood.

“Do you thonk you con run for your lofo?”

There was an unmissable hint of sarcasm in Seamus' tone. At that very moment, there was only sheer contempt on his face.

Jonathan stared at him, nonchalant as ever.

“So a person in charge of a particular area even has the gall to question Asura's Office now?”

Seamus waved his hand hastily. “No, no, no, don't get me wrong. I have no fear in everything, but I don't have the audacity to get on my superior's nerves. You shouldn't jump to a hasty conclusion and accuse me of that.”

He chuckled as he stretched out his hand, placing it on the tabletop between them in the car.

“Mr. Lachy, I only intend to trade for some information.”

Jonathan looked at Seamus' hand. A black bank card came into sight after the latter moved his hand away.

After picking it up and flipping it over, he saw the image of a gold dragon on the other side.

“Wyvern Gold Gard.” Jonathan fiddled with the bank card and smiled. “If I'm not mistaken, this card is only issued to account holders with a saving of at least one hundred million.”

Seamus' eyes lit up. Leaning against the seat, he guffawed. “Ha! You're right. The representative from Asura's Office is seemingly knowledgeable. I'm impressed. Mr. Lachy, there's three hundred million in this card. You can withdraw cash with it from any Wyvern Bank worldwide. Just treat it as a token from a new friend.”

“Um, I don't think it's appropriate for me to accept it.” Jonathan turned him down with a smile.

Seamus poured two glasses of red wine and handed a glass to Jonathan.

“You don't have to overthink. After all, nobody else knows about it. There's nothing inappropriate. Besides, I'm not thinking of obtaining any military information from you by giving you this card. I only wish to have a clearer insight into the stance of Asura's Office. It's not something confidential either.”

Jonathan nodded lightly and put the Wyvern Gold Card in his pocket before taking the glass of red wine from him.

There was a flicker of disdain in Seamus' eyes when he saw Jonathan keeping the bank card.

Unequivocally, money can do magic! The headquarters of Asura's Office assigned him for an inspection, so what? See, I manage to bribe him effortlessly.

Jonathan put his glass of red wine aside and grinned at Seamus. “Mr. Cornell, I've already kept the card in my pocket. What do you intend to know? Just cut to the chase.”

“What more do I intend to know? We're only earning a living under Asura's Office and in no position to build castles in the air with ambitious plans. We're only striving hard for a better life.”

Jonathan relaxed his body and leaned against the seat upon hearing his words.

“I got it. Mr. Cornell, you don't mind which side you need to take, don't you? Most importantly, you'll only bow to the winning party, right?”

“You're smart! I've been putting effort into managing the intelligence network in Terrandya all these years. Now that Karl quits Asura's Office and embarks on something new elsewhere, I presume an intense battle will unfold between Asura's Office and him. Anyway, I'm only a lowly small fry. Before one of them emerges as the final winner, I don't wish to step on anyone's toes. Hence, I need your information very much.”

Jonathan massaged his forehead as he leaned against the seat and heaved a sigh.

While he was at the helm of Asura's Office previously, he could effortlessly order his eight Kings of War to launch an attack by leading their troops of millions of soldiers.

It never occurred to him that the subordinate of Asura's Office would dare to have such an absurd idea.

However, it was not at all surprising because even Karl, one of the Eight Kings of War, had ended up betraying them. Thus, it was normal that Seamus, too, had such wishful thinking since he was only the person in charge of the intelligence network in a small region.

Nevertheless, Jonathan could not help feeling frustrated as the irritating matter bugged his mind.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he said, “Seamus, you're targeting me instead of aiming for my information, aren't you?”

Hearing that, Seamus, who was pouring wine, momentarily froze.

“Oh? Mr. Lachy, what do you actually mean?”

“It's simple. You intend to bribe me with three hundred million, hoping I'll put in good words for you if Asura's Office defeats Karl, don't you? If Karl wins or the battle turns into a standoff, you'll use me to obtain information from Asura's Office to curry favor with him instead. In short, you'll have no fear of anything as long as you can manipulate me. By then, regardless of who's leading, you'll only need to go with the flow to stand to benefit. I guess that's why you stopped getting in touch with Asura's Office a few days ago. You've been scheming to make a deal with anyone assigned by Asura's Office to look into the matter, haven't you?”

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