Chapter 2157 - I Want to be Reasonable Too (1/2)

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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Despite being disappointed, what happened had clearly crossed Mo Fan’s bottom line. He had decided to take matters into his own hands.

He could not care less about the truth behind the incident or how many superiors of the Guild of the Wicked were involved. He only wanted to put an end to everything!

It was stupid to leave a malignant tumor inside a person’s body and let it worsen just because it was close to their vital organs. It was necessary to remove the tumor, despite the risks involved. Otherwise, the whole body would eventually rot until it was beyond redemption.

Crete Military Academy was the cradle of many outstanding officers from Greece, but Mo Fan’s heart had gone cold when he saw Babbitt trying to seek shelter there.

Why couldn’t it be a den of thieves? Why did it have to be such a sacred and authoritative place?

Most people, including the Holy Court Mages, would simply turn back if they followed the clues to the entrance of a military academy.

They could not afford to cross the entrance, as it would mean going against their own people.

Fortunately, Mo Fan was not representing any organization. He was not from the International Military Tribunal, the government, the Parthenon Temple, or the Holy Judgment Court. He was here on behalf of himself.

Only the International Military Tribunal had the right to condemn a military academy, but since Mo Fan did not belong to any organization, he could just do whatever he pleased without restrictions.

“Hold it right there!” The guards stopped Mo Fan at the entrance.

Mo Fan did not stop. He pointed at Babbitt, who had just gone inside not long ago, “Why did you stop me if you could invite him in?”

“Mr. Babbitt is the president of Crete’s Merchant Guild. He has serious business with our chief. Enough talk! Tell us who you are, or leave at once!” the guard demanded.

The guard was an officer. Normally, his men would be watching the entrance, but he occasionally checked on his men.

“I see, but he’s from the Black Ornaments of the Guild of the Wicked. They refer to him as the Black Wrist. Here is a recording of him admitting it in person. Here is also some information that proves he’s involved with the Guild of the Wicked.” Mo Fan took out his phone and showed the officer the evidence.

The officer was startled.

He did not doubt Babbitt’s identity. He was only wondering if the young man before him was out of his mind.

“I’m only in charge of the military academy’s safety. Why are you showing this to me? You should show them to the military tribunal instead,” the officer answered.

“I came to take him down, so could you let me in?” Mo Fan asked.

“Are you out of your mind? I don’t care if he has a secret identity, but for now he’s Mr. Babbitt, who is working closely with our Secretary! He has permission to enter the military academy, unlike you. Do you understand?!” the officer snarled.

“So you do admit that your boss has colluded with a member of the Black Ornaments, but you don’t have the power to judge them. That being said, you do have the power to let me in so I can settle them,” Mo Fan said.

The officer was dumbfounded. Where did this maniac come from?