Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 175: Counter-Tracking

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: Counter-Tracking

"So it’s the Fifth Prince, my apologies."

Wyatt Barnes took a glance at the carriage, a faint smile lingering on his face.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way."

Wyatt said, before continuing on his path.

"Wait."

At that moment, the cold, emotionless voice of the Fifth Prince rang out again.

Wyatt halted his steps.

He was curious, what could the Fifth Prince possibly want.

"Kneel down, kowtow three times... and all the grudges between you and my cousin will be cleared."

The voice of the Fifth Prince continued, with an air of unparalleled certainty.

Kneel down, kowtow?

A hint of anger flashed across Wyatt’s face.

"Cousin, I don’t want him to bow, I want him dead!"

The icy voice of Lela Tucker echoed from the carriage, giving no room for negotiation.

"Such idiots!"

Wyatt chuckled coldly, continuing on his path.

"Wyatt Barnes, if you leave now, you’ll regret it."

The Fifth Prince’s voice continued to sound.

"I’m sorry, but the word ’regret’ simply does not exist in my dictionary!"

Wyatt’s face seemed to be covered in a layer of frost, completely unfazed by the Fifth Prince’s threats.

A man kneels only to heaven, the earth, and his parents.

Even the almighty emperor could not make him bow and scrape.

Not to mention a mere prince!

"Such audacity!"

The old man with the white eyebrows changed color, a terrifying aura exuding from him, as if he wanted to catch up with Wyatt and punish him on the spot.

Wyatt came to a halt, his gaze sharp as a hawk, a cold smile rising on his lips.

If this elderly man dared to make a move, he would kill him with the ’Bone Erosion Inscription’.

"White Elder, let’s go."

The Fifth Prince’s voice echoed once more, carrying a faint chill.

The old man with the white eyebrows took a deep breath, suppressing his anger and driving the carriage away.

Inside the carriage.

Lela Tucker was displeased, "Cousin, didn’t you say you’d help me get revenge? Why did you only make Wyatt kneel?"

The Fifth Prince made a faint smile, "Cousin, for some people, death isn’t the greatest punishment... Such as Wyatt Barnes, making him kneel and kowtow is much more difficult than killing him! But today, I gave him a chance... In the future, even if I really kill him, his family, the Barnes Clan, won’t say anything."

Lela Tucker suddenly understood and felt embarrassed, "Cousin, I misunderstood you. But didn’t Wyatt refuse to identify as a member of the Barnes Clan? Why do you still care about the Barnes Clan?"

The Fifth Prince’s eyes sharpened, "It’s true he said that, but after all, the direct bloodline of the Barnes Clan still runs in his veins... Don’t worry, anyone who bullied you, I won’t let them go, let’s allow him to live a few more days."

As he said these words, a strong sense of doting surfaced across the Fifth Prince’s face.

"Thank you, Cousin."

Lela Tucker chuckled, her eyes gleaming with cruelty, as if she had already seen Wyatt dismembered before her eyes.

Elsewhere.

"This Fifth Prince, is even more arrogant than the Third Prince!"

Wyatt continued on his way, a chill creeping up his heart, "You’d better not provoke me... or else, even if you’re of royal blood, I will show no mercy!"

With Walter Simmons’ departure today, Wyatt’s mood was already sour, an indistinct spark of anger ignited within him.

Now, the arrogance of the Fifth Prince and Lela Tucker, coupled with their look down upon attitude, was like adding fuel to the fire, causing his anger to skyrocket, unable to be suppressed.

It wasn’t until he reached the Crawford Mansion that Wyatt’s face relaxed and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In the entire Imperial City, other than his family and a few friends, only the Crawford Mansion could warm his heart.

Wyatt arrived at the main gate of the Crawford Mansion, where a young gatekeeper soldier stepped forward and sternly shouted, "Halt!"

Smack!

Before Wyatt could react, another middle-aged soldier from behind caught up and slapped the young soldier on the back of the head.

"Zhang, why did you hit me?"

The young soldier turned back to glare at the middle-aged soldier.

The middle-aged soldier didn’t pay any heed to the former and respectfully ushered Wyatt into the Crawford Mansion, "Young Master Wyatt, please come in."

"You know me?"

Wyatt seemed surprised. He remembered that when he came last time, the soldiers guarding the gate did not include this man.

"Young Master Wyatt, I happened to see Vice General Pang inviting you in last time."

The middle-aged soldier respectfully said, that time he clearly saw how respectful Vice General Pang was to the young man and how he dared not show any negligence.

Wyatt gave a nod and then said, "You go about your work, I can find Lord Crawford by myself."

With that, Wyatt walked into the Crawford Mansion alone, as if he were familiar with the place.

"Zhang, who is he exactly?"

The young soldier, rubbing the back of his head, wasn’t mad anymore, realizing that the young man in purple was no ordinary person.

"Hmph! You’re really like a newborn calf, not fearing a tiger... As for who he is, I don’t know either. All I know is that last time he was here, Vice General Pang personally invited him. Moreover, when he left, both Lord Crawford and Young Marquis personally saw him off."

The middle-aged soldier’s voice carried a hint of awe, "Now, would you say you deserved that slap?"

The young soldier turned pale, hurriedly nodding, "Yes! Yes!"

Upon entering the Crawford Mansion, Wyatt headed straight for the main hall.

After the soldier at the door reported his arrival, Wyatt once again saw Atharv Nigel, the Godly Might Marquis.

"Wyatt."

Upon seeing Wyatt Barnes, Atharv Nigel gave a brilliant smile, "Well then, do you have a favor to ask of Uncle Nigel this time around?"

Wyatt Barnes gave a subtle smile, "Uncle Nigel, you’re indeed prescient."

Atharv chuckled, "Come now, stop with the flattery...let me guess, it’s about the Simmons Clan matter, isn’t it?"

"Uncle Nigel, your information network is quite efficient."

Wyatt squinted his eyes with a small smile.

"In the Martial Arts Academy, two students from the Simmons Clan tried to assassinate another student but ended up being killed... Vice Dean ’Heroic’ was enraged, personally visited the Simmons Clan, and reduced the number of their annual recommended places in the academy from five to three! It seems, that Vice Dean has been looking out for you."

Atharv looked at Wyatt, his face a blend of a smile and a frown.

Wyatt’s eyes hardened, he knew that the Vice Dean had visited the Simmons Clan, but he didn’t know that the Vice Dean had reduced the number of Simmons Clan’s annual recommended slots to three...

For a moment, he felt a surge of gratitude towards the old man.

"What is it that you need Uncle Nigel’s help with."

Atharv affectionately looked at Wyatt, questioning.

"Uncle Nigel, I need information about the properties owned by the Simmons Clan throughout the Imperial City, including the details of the individuals in charge of these businesses."

Wyatt explained his purpose.

"You came all the way for this?"

Surprised, Atharv had thought Wyatt wanted him to suppress the aggression of the Simmons Clan, he hadn’t anticipated that this was Wyatt’s purpose...

"Yes."

Wyatt nodded.

"Nothing else?"

Atharv asked again.

"No."

Wyatt shook his head, he had come to Godly Might Marquis Mansion for these documents.

As for anything else, he could handle it himself.

"Alright, you can take it in three days."

Atharv looked deeply at Wyatt, without asking any other questions.

"Thank you, Uncle Nigel. In that case, I’ll head back to avoid making my mother worry."

Added Wyatt.

Straight after, Atharv personally escorted Wyatt out of Godly Might Marquis Mansion.

Which caused a cold sweat for the guard at the gate, he felt relieved that he hadn’t offended this young man in purple earlier, otherwise, the consequences could’ve been horrendous.

The next morning, as Wyatt reached the gates of the Martial Arts Academy, a frown formed as he was greeted by two restless small pythons and his sharp spiritual power informed him that someone was watching him from the shadows...

"Hmm!"

Wyatt halted his steps, turned to glance across, a sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He ignored whoever had sent those people.

If they dared to reveal themselves, he wouldn’t mind turning them into corpses.

In a secluded alley outside the Martial Arts Academy, two straight-standing figures lingered.

"It seems like he’s discovered us?"

A skinny middle-aged man wore a surprised expression.

"Seems so."

The other middle-aged man nodded.

"We’ve heard that he is at the ninth level of the Condensed Pill Realm... logically, he shouldn’t be able to detect us."

The former was silent for a moment, then added.

"Perhaps it’s a coincidence?"

The latter was unsure.

After Wyatt entered the Martial Arts Academy, he noticed the spy-like presence had disappeared. Normal as always, he entered the classroom to attend class.

During a morning session, the lengthy lecture by Enzo Hawkins passed...

At lunch, Walter Simmons was absent and Wyatt and a few of his companions found this unfamiliar, they tacitly maintained their silence.

At dusk, stepping out of the academy’s gate, he said goodbye to Remi Sinclair and Seeker Sinclair, the sensation of being watched resurfaced, this time by more than one person.

"It seems to be the same two people from this morning."

Wyatt had an inkling, he walked into a secluded alley, the same place where he had previously lured and killed two groups of people who were attempting to kill him.

However, this time, as he walked into the narrow alley and advanced slowly, the two individuals did not make their move.

"Who exactly are they?"

An impatient Wyatt frowned.

"Hmph! If you won’t make a move, then I will."

Wyatt’s eyes hardened, he quickened his pace and soon disappeared at the end of the alley.

The two middle-aged men revealed themselves in the alley, they moved quickly but they failed to discover any trace of Wyatt...

Although they are Original Infant realm warriors, they are not inscription masters, and their spirit power is not particularly acute.

Moreover, they didn’t possess Wyatt’s past life special force soldier and mercenary’s tracking and counter-tracking skills.

"He actually managed to escape right under our noses."

The thin middle-aged man smiled wryly.

"What we felt this morning was right, he has indeed spotted us."

The other man’s face was solemn.

"Are you two enjoying play hide-and-seek?"

At that moment, a serene voice echoed from behind the two middle-aged men, leaving their faces stark-white!

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