Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 174: Walter Simmons’ Decision

Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Walter Simmons’ Decision

"Grand Elder, are there certain matters you need to explain to me?"

Jameson Simmons, the Clan Chief of the Simmons Clan, had a face taut with anger as he fixed his gaze sternly on the elderly man before him.

"Clan Chief, what is the...?"

South Simmons felt a foreboding sense of unease.

He knew the Clan Chief, knew that he wouldn’t lash out without good reason.

"Heroic from the Saint Martial Arts College just left the Simmons Clan."

Jameson’s face was wrought with insurmountable frustration as he gravely said, "Grand Elder, I entrusted this matter to you because I believed you could handle it well, particularly since it involved Roman, your biological grandson. However, your actions have been thoughtless, not only failing to kill Wyatt, but also creating needless trouble for our Simmons Clan."

Hearing Jameson’s words, South finally understood what was going on, his face turning pale.

Could their plan have failed?

"Clan Chief, what exactly happened?"

South’s breathing became hurried.

"Just now, Vice Dean Smith from Saint Martial Arts College delivered the corpses of Levi and Morgan Simmons..."

Jameson took a deep breath.

Levi? Morgan?

South’s complexion changed abruptly, "Clan Chief, Levi and Morgan are dead?"

Levi and Morgan were the chess pieces in his plan, key contributors to Walter’s plot to assassinate Wyatt.

"Correct, not only are they dead, they were killed by Wyatt!"

Jameson continued solemnly, "If they had succeeded in killing Wyatt, it would have been a different story... The Saint Martial Arts College might have just expelled them with practically zero impact on our Simmons Clan. However, not only did they fail to kill Wyatt, they instead were killed by him. Now, Vice Dean Smith of Saint Martial Arts College, in his efforts to justify Wyatt’s actions, is not willing to let this matter drop so easily!"

"Do you realize that for merely this matter, Vice Dean Smith has reduced our annual quota of five nominations to the Saint Martial Arts College to a mere three slots!"

As Jameson finished speaking, his face reddened with rage.

In the past, the five quota slots were insufficient for all the high-ranking individuals within the Simmons Clan. Now that it has been reduced to three, one could only imagine the expression on their faces when they found out.

Upon hearing Jameson’s words, South’s body gave an involuntary shudder, his face turning ashen.

This was a complete failure!

"No... it’s impossible... if Walter hadn’t drugged them, they could never have attacked Wyatt."

South was reluctant to believe that any of this was true.

"Hmph!"

Jameson’s face darkened as he coldly snorted and turned to leave, waving his sleeves as he did so. "Grand Elder, if you can’t handle this matter, just speak up. I will assign someone else to deal with it."

After Jameson left, South pondered for a long time, failing to understand.

What had gone wrong with his meticulously laid plan?

The only reasonable explanation was that Walter had betrayed him, collaborated with Wyatt, and as a result, set up and killed two members of the Simmons Clan.

Just then.

"Grand Elder, here is a letter for you."

At that moment, the humble voice of a family member from outside the compound carried in, and a letter was handed to South.

South took the letter and quickly read it.

"Grand Elder South Simmons: My deepest apologies, I accidentally broke a wine glass during lunch, which your men misinterpreted as the signal to assassinate Wyatt..."

Yours, Walter.

The letter was only one short sentence, yet it caused South’s body to tremble with rage, his vitality surging uncontrollably.

"Pfft!"

In the end, South spat out a mouthful of blood, so enraged by the letter.

South’s eyes glinted with a bloody light, his icy voice carrying bone-chilling coldness, "Walter, I’ll make sure your entire family pays for this!!"

Not far away, Roman’s face was similarly grim.

He too had realized that his enemy, Wyatt, had escaped unscathed.

Saint Martial Arts College.

Under a big tree at the Martial Arts Performance Field, Wyatt was sitting cross-legged and cultivating, immersed in a state of tranquillity.

"Wyatt Barnes!"

Suddenly, a hasty voice jolted Wyatt awake.

Opening his eyes, Wyatt saw Tiggi Field rushing over from a distance...

Wyatt descended from the tree and moved to meet him, "Tiggi, what’s happened?"

"Wyatt, Walter has left."

Tiggi tried to force a smile as he spoke.

"Left?"

Wyatt didn’t quite catch Tiggi’s meaning at first.

"This is the letter Walter left for you."

Only when Tiggi handed him a letter did Wyatt’s expression become serious.

Opening the letter.

"Wyatt Barnes, when you read this letter, I should already be on my way home riding the horse that I bought with money borrowed from you..."

"When I left the Simmons Estate last night, I had already made up my mind. Even if it means giving up a promising future, I, Walter, would never harm a friend... I plan to bring my parents away when I return this time. As for where to go, I haven’t decided yet, but I might leave Crimson Heaven Kingdom."

...

"Forgive my abrupt departure, and please convey my farewell to Remi and the others."

"Perhaps, we may meet again someday... When that happens, I will return the money I owe you."

Signed, Walter.

Whoosh!

Wyatt clenched his hand into a fist, crumpling the letter.

This letter from Walter not only contained words of goodbye but it also detailed the events of what had happened...

By leaving Saint Martial Arts College and forfeiting his future, Walter did it firstly for the safety of his parents.

Secondly, he did it for him, his friend!

At this moment, many of Wyatt’s questions were answered.

Why did the two Simmons Clan members confront Walter Simmons so aggressively even though he simply knocked over a cup at noon......

Turns out, those two Simmons Clan members suspected Walter Simmons of giving them a ’Stasis Origin Pill’.

"Walter."

Wyatt Barnes shivered slightly within.

Though Walter Simmons tended to be reserved, Wyatt could feel his sincere friendship at this moment.

For the sake of their friendship, Walter willingly gave up a promising future!

"Walter, I believe, we will meet again."

Wyatt Barnes took a deep breath, a look of anticipation flashed through his eyes, his mood slightly heavy.

However, Wyatt didn’t realize that when he would see Walter again, it would already be many years later......

"Wyatt, Walter left?"

At this moment, Remi Sinclair and Seeker Sinclair also came over.

"You guys see for yourselves."

Wyatt sighed, handing over the letter in his hands to Remi.

Remi opened the letter, Seeker and Tiggi Field also gathered around to read......

"That Simmons Clan’s Grand Elder is despicable!"

After reading the letter, Tiggi’s face darkened, his teeth gritted in anger.

He and Walter, became friends through their fights and adventures in the ’General Star System’. He considered Walter a close friend, never expecting him to leave like this.

He wondered if there would be a chance to meet again in the future!

After Remi and Seeker finished reading the letter, anger was mixed with a hint of admiration in their eyes.

Walter, for the sake of friendship, gave up a promising future and left......

Such behavior was commendable!

Wyatt Barnes returned to his perch on the tall tree, leaning against the trunk, gazing at the clear blue sky through the dense branches and leaves......

His eyes gradually narrowed.

"Simmons Clan..... since you guys want to play, I’ll play with you!"

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Wyatt Barnes’ mouth.

Walter’s departure, to some extent, had caused a shift in Wyatt Barnes’ mentality.

The current him seemed to revert to the cold ’Weapon King’ he was once.

It was evening.

Outside the Holy Martial Arts School, a luxurious horse carriage was parked at the side of the road.

The man driving the horse carriage was an old man with white eyebrows. He had an extraordinary bearing, it was obvious he wasn’t an ordinary character.

As soon as Wyatt Barnes stepped out of the gate of the Holy Martial Arts School, he noticed the carriage but it didn’t interest him. After bidding farewell to Seeker and Remi, he walked forward.

As he was passing by the side of the carriage.

Whoosh!

A figure as fast as lightning blocked Wyatt’s path, appearing like a phantom.

Only then did Wyatt notice the man standing in front of him was actually the old man who was driving the carriage.

"Huh?"

Wyatt’s face darkened, he could feel the movement of the two small boa constrictors hidden in his sleeves.

With his experience as a Martial Emperor and his own spiritual power, he made a rough guess of the old man’s cultivation level. The old man was a Seventh-Order Original Infant Realm powerhouse, or above.

In terms of power.

He was not weaker than Cruz Three, the Third Prince’s steward!

However, this white-browed old man was obviously not a ’Half-Step Void Realm’ powerhouse, unlike the Godly Might Marquis.

This kind of person could only be a threat if they launched a sneak attack when he was completely unguarded.

Otherwise, with the ’Bone Erosion Inscription’, he was confident he could kill the old man instantly!

"Are you Wyatt Barnes?"

The white-browed old man asked in a deep voice, looking down at Wyatt Barnes from a high position.

"Scram!"

Wyatt’s gaze turned icy, his expression changing to a more serious one. He had always held in disdain for these old men who used seniority to bully others!

Moreover, he had important things to do, no time to waste with this old man.

The old man with white eyebrows was taken aback, he never thought Wyatt would act like this towards him. His face showed a trace of anger....

Just as he was about to vent his anger.

"Old man Bai, don’t forget the main purpose."

A man’s voice lacking any emotional fluctuations came from the carriage, causing the white-eyebrowed old man to instantly retract his anger.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

Seemed like, the person in the carriage was not simple.

"Wyatt Barnes, my master would like to meet you."

The white-browed old man suppressed his anger, addressing Wyatt.

"Sorry, I’m not interested."

Wyatt shrugged, not showing concern.

"Stop!"

Just then, a woman’s voice echoed from the carriage.

This voice, he heard it somewhere before, but Wyatt couldn’t recall it at the moment.

Immediately after, the woman’s voice rang out again.

This time, she was talking to the man in the carriage, "Cousin, seeing this Wyatt Barnes acting so proudly, why not let Old Bai kill him."

There was silence in the carriage compartment afterward.

"It’s her?"

Wyatt finally remembered, wasn’t this voice belonging to ’Lela Tucker’?

The person she called ’cousin’....

Who else could it be other than the ’Fifth Prince’?