737 Clue 1 (1/2)

Chapter 737: Clue 1

Holy Fist Palace

”There is a wide scale conflict with the Blood Breeds in the western area. I've already sent people to handle the situation, but the situation is getting more severe by the second and we may not make it in time.”

Xander reported softly before Garen.

He wasn't just reporting to Garen; Quentin was there as well. Both of them looked like they were having a dilemma as they frowned.

Inside the study room, Garen was busy reading the latest intel report. He was the only one in the room making noise as he flipped through the confidential report.

After a while, Garen closed the document, raised his head and looked at both of them.

”How far has the conflict with the Blood Breed spread in the region?”

”California. It is still expanding and through word of mouth, more and more citizens have acknowledged the existence of Blood Breeds. The notion of their world being controlled by the Blood Breeds have incited the majority's dissatisfaction. There were people in some of the cities, who practiced the fist technique, that captured the vampires and paraded on the streets as they protested the Blood Breeds holding the upper hand,” Quentin explained.

”The spread of violence wouldn't be this fast without people from the Witches Association and AG fanning the fire, right?” Garen said coldly.

”Yes,” Quentin confirmed, ”their main objective is to incite fear and hatred normal citizens towards the Blood Breeds.”

”Then we will flow with the current for now. Conflicts are unavoidable and what we can do now is wait,” Garen decided calmly.

”Wait? Shouldn't we send some people out?” Quentin questioned.

”There's no point in doing so. If we can't find the Death Apostle's actual bodies, we cannot truly kill them. Take Tu Lan as an example,” Garen shook his head.

Speaking of Tu Lan, that person had truly fallen in love with the Holy Fist Palace. It was as if she was an addict as she hid in her room while she continuously trained the Fantasy Fist given to her. She had the Soul Primer transferred directly from Garen. She possessed the physical attributes of a Death Apostle, which could be the reason for her ridiculously fast progress.

This made Garen very relieved. If not for the restriction of the Soul Primer's aura, resulting in the Blood Breeds being unable to learn the King's Fist Fist Technique, the Blood Breed would easily surpass the humans.

She was barely under Garen's control as of now. She was considered as one of the Holy Fist Palace's strongest members, and below her was Dahm, Hochman, the Four Major Generals. They were no match for this Blood Breed.

However, all of them were still considered very powerful.

”We will leave this issue for now. We will talk about this later on when the conflict between the humans and Blood Breeds has reached a certain level. We'll go to the meeting first,” Garen stood up.

Both disciples slightly nodded respectfully.

Three of them exited the room, walked across a corridor and entered a magnificent silver hall.

The hall was rectangular and there was a ten-meter-long black rectangular stone table placed in the middle of the room. Both sides of the table had been fully filled up.

The head of Rexott and other representatives from all sorts of major fist sects were there. Furthermore, a few General Level officers from the military and politicians from multiple nations were there as well. Within such a short timespan, the Holy Fist Palace had attracted many powerhouses due to their unique and mysterious fist techniques.

The authority they possessed in America was so powerful that no one could ignore them at all.

These connections were made possible by Dahm and Hochman, and one of the politicians was even a member of theirs.

The crowd had already lost their patience. This crowd had many big shots with political or finance backgrounds and they were all waiting for a youngster who was in his twenties. This notion itself made them very unhappy.

If not for the mysterious authorities of the Holy Fist Palace that had huge influences, and the fact that they were the only strength that could fight against the Blood Breeds, these people wouldn't even bother attending this meeting.

Then, the main entrance of the hall was pushed open.

Three people walked into the hall slowly. The one leading at the front was Garen who was in white Taoist clothes and a black mysterious mask. One could faintly see that one of his eyes seemed blind as there was no expression in it. His golden hair flowed freely by his shoulders and would wave around behind as he walked.

As Garen entered the scene, the big shots by the table started discussing among themselves softly. Some of them even scoffed loudly to express their dissatisfaction, and there were some staring at Garen coldly in an attempt to mess with this youngster with tricks to gain control of the meeting.

This meeting was filled with individuals with great authority. If anyone were able to control this power, it would not influence just America, but even Europe and other regions. After all, the big shots could penetrate anywhere with their economic power.

Everyone started to feel greedy.