Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 180: Rising Wind, Scudding Clouds

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Rising Wind, Scudding Clouds

At this moment, Wyatt Barnes heard a commotion coming from the front yard of the mansion, knowing that their movement had alerted others.

Under the woman’s frightened gaze, Wyatt raised his eyebrows and knocked her unconscious with a wave of his hand before chasing out of the window.

After all, his face was still covered, so he was not worried about being recognized.

Outside the window was the backyard of this mansion, where Aaron Simmons now laid lifeless against the wall, clearly unsuccessful in his escape.

It made sense.

How could a Sixth-Order Original Infant Realm martial artist possibly escape under the joint attack of two Seventh-Order Original Infant Realm martial artists?

At this time, Frank Graham took the Storage Ring from Aaron’s body and respectfully handed it to Wyatt, "Young Master."

"Let’s go!"

Wyatt made a few quick strides to the wall, exerted force in his legs, and his Origin Force surged.

Above his head, the strength of a dozen ancient behemoths flashed and disappeared, directly leaping over the enclosing wall to the outside of the mansion.

As Wyatt, Frank Graham, and Gideon Dunn left, they could faintly hear a heartbreaking outcry from the backyard: "Master!"

On the road, Wyatt became the owner of the Storage Ring, and its wealth inside made his eyes glint.

"Over thirty million USD..."

Just as he had thought, Aaron, who had worked for most of his life, had accumulated more wealth than that fat Lany Simmons from last night.

Speaking of which, Lany was also Aaron’s nephew.

These two uncles and nephews collectively gave him almost forty million USD.

"Take this!"

Wyatt took out two million USD in checks and divided them between Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn.

This time the two didn’t refuse and accepted it directly.

They thought about it in this way.

Working with this audacious young man now was like walking on a tightrope at the very edge, fraught with danger. If they were to accidentally fail one day, this wealth could at least be left to their wives and children.

With the Godly Might Marquis there, they didn’t have to worry about their family being burdened by them.

It could be said that they had already prepared for the worst!

After all, what they are doing now is like tightrope walking at the edge of a cliff, with any mistake leading to a deadly fall, bones shattered!

The Simmons Clan, after all, was no easy opponent.

If Wyatt knew what Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn were thinking, he would definitely be speechless again...

He had done similar things countless times in his previous life.

Apart from that time when he was betrayed, when had he ever failed?

When he returned to his mansion, the already cheerful Wyatt received another pleasant surprise...

Fill Bear had actually spent all the fifty million USD he had given him last time and collected enough materials to inscribe a dozen ’Bone Corrosion Inscriptions’.

"After today, the Simmons Clan will definitely be more alert... let’s take a few days off, and help mother and those two girls inscribe some ’Bone Corrosion Inscriptions’ over the next few nights."

A thought arose in Wyatt’s mind, he had made a decision.

To him, nothing was more important than the safety of his family.

The jubilant Wyatt sneaked into Jovie Lee’s room.

Jovie hadn’t slept yet and was sitting cross-legged on the soft bed practicing. Hearing the sound, she opened her eyes and saw Wyatt at first sight.

Before she had the chance to react, she was knocked over onto the bed by Wyatt.

"Jovie, your husband has arrived!"

Soon, accompanied by Wyatt’s heavy breathing, the soft bed began to sway, composing a romantic and seductive melody...

It wasn’t until deep into the night that their movements finally ceased.

The sound of panting filled the room.

Just as Wyatt, content and satisfied, hugged a blushing Jovie and fell asleep...

The higher-ups of the Simmons Clan once again gathered in the main hall in the middle of the night.

"Two consecutive nights, murdering two direct descendants of the Simmons Clan... It seems like someone is deliberately picking a fight with our Simmons Clan!"

Clan Chief Jameson Simmons, in his anger, struck the arm of his new chair with his palm, shattering it.

The eldest elder of the clan, South Simmons, whose face was also extremely grave...

Last night, his nephew was killed!

Tonight, his cousin was killed!

He suddenly felt that all these arrows were seemingly unintentionally pointing at him.

Not only South Simmons thought so, but the other elders of the Simmons Clan had similar thoughts...

"Grand Elder, have you offended someone?"

"Yes, Grand Elder, if you have offended someone, you can say it out loud, and we can use that clue to track down the real murderer."

"Grand Elder, are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Grand Elder, we hope you can put the overall situation first!"

...

The elders of the Simmons Clan, one by one, pointed the finger at South Simmons.

The gaze of Clan Chief Jameson Simmons also inevitably fell on South Simmons, as even he began to have his doubts.

"Clan Chief, I, South Simmons, can swear I have not offended anyone recently... If I have to talk about contradictions, it should be with Walter Simmons and Wyatt Barnes! However, they two definitely don’t have the ability to kill Lanny Simmons and Aaron Simmons."

Misunderstood by so many people, South’s face turned red with anger, and his hatred for the ’murderer’ reached his bones.

"Walter Simmons?"

Many of the elders from Simmons Clan in the venue knew who ’Walter Simmons’ was and asked one after another, "What does this have to do with Walter Simmons?"

South Simmons took a deep breath, explained his disputes with Walter Simmons, including the fact that Walter Simmons had by now left the Saint Martial Arts Academy...

He was also surprised when he first learned about this matter.

He had never expected.

That Walter Simmons, for his friend Wyatt Barnes, for the safety of his parents, was willingly ready to forfeit a promising future.

In his opinion, Walter Simmons’ choice was simply heartbreakingly foolish!

"Sneer! Grand Elder, you are really capable, you even don’t spare a child!"

An elder from the Simmons Clan, who in the past had a good relationship with Walter Simmons’ father, could not help but sneer, giving South Simmons a disdainful look.

In his opinion, it was revolting for the dignified Grand Elder of the Simmons Clan to resort to such methods!

"Walter Simmons is impossible...As for that Wyatt Barnes, although he is Lanni Barnes’ son, he has not returned to the Barnes Clan, it is impossible for him to have such ’energy’. Did you, Grand Elder. overlook anything?"

Jameson Simmons pondered for a moment, looking at South Simmons, his gaze piercing.

"Absolutely not!"

South Simmons shook his head, confirming.

Jameson Simmons frowned, contemplated for a while, then spoke, "Regardless of whether it was last night’s ’Lanny Simmons’ or tonight’s ’Aaron Simmons,’ after being murdered, their ’Storage Ring’ is also nowhere to be found...Could it be that the perpetrator’s motive is money?"

"If it’s about money, then that can be explained. Lanny Simmons and Aaron Simmons are both in charge of businesses under our Simmons Clan."

An elder from Simmons Clan said.

"Pass my order down, let all the business managers return and stay in the Simmons mansion recently! I want to see if that person dares to intrude upon my Simmons mansion!"

Jameson Simmons nodded, immediately issuing the order, his pair of eyes, flickering with a cold and severe gleam.

Within two days, two legitimate sons of the Simmons had died, he being the Clan Chief of Simmons Clan, was shamed, feeling an extreme disgrace.

The following morning, the entire Imperial City was buzzing. News about the Simmons Clan losing two men on consecutive nights were spreading everywhere...

And, those who died were all legitimate sons of the Simmons Clan!

"The Simmons Clan might have provoked someone."

"Who knows...But the two who died weren’t saints either."

"True, the more persons like these die, the better it is."

"Shush! Keep your voice down, do you have a death wish? If your words are overheard by someone from the Simmons Clan, your life can’t be spared!"

...

Whether it’s the outside of the Imperial City or the inner city, similar discussions are found everywhere.

At the Fifth Prince’s residence.

"Your Highness, the three death warriors dispatched yesterday haven’t returned all night, I’m afraid it’s unlikely for them to be safe."

In the quiet pavilion, an elderly man with white eyebrows respectfully reports to a handsome young man in elegant clothes sipping tea inside.

"Three Original Infant Realm warriors couldn’t even take the life of that Wyatt Barnes?"

The handsome young man, also the ’Fifth Prince,’ looked slightly gloomy, "It seems that the Barnes Clan is indeed very generous to this rebellious legitimate son, taking a good care of him..."

"Your Highness, you mean people from the Barnes are protecting him?"

The old man with white eyebrows was taken aback.

"Besides this, do you think he can have other sources of support?"

The Fifth Prince scoffed and asked.

The old man with white eyebrows remained silent, after a while, he said, "Your Highness, then shall we still..."

"Let the matter rest for now. I heard that Simmons Clan has lost two legitimate sons in the last two nights, you send someone to investigate, if there’s any trace found, we can do Simmons Clan a favor...Once sucessful, when the time comes for the struggle for the throne, I want Simmons Clan to help, I believe Simmons Clan Chief ’Jameson Simmons’ won’t refuse."

The Fifth Prince’s eyes flash a trace of wisdom then disappears.

"Yes."

The old man with white eyebrows promised and left.

"Wyatt Barnes, you have harmed my cousin again and again...Even if the people from the Barnes Clan are secretly protecting you, you won’t be able to jump around for much longer!"

A flicker of cold light passes through the Fifth Prince’s eyes.

The ’Ghostly Shadow’ assassin organization, in the Crimson Heaven Kingdom, can be said to be ubiquitous.

Even within the Imperial City, ’Ghostly Shadow’ has a stronghold too.

In the inner city, a remote corner.

Few people knew that the headquarters of ’Ghostly Shadow’ in Imperial City was here.

Deep in the night.

A mediocre-looking middle-aged man, sneakily looked around before entering the headquarters of ’Ghostly Shadow’ organization, reached the lobby, and stood before the counter.

"Target."

Behind the counter, a young man with a blank face, his voice cold to the bone.

The middle-aged man shuddered and said frantically, "Wyatt Barnes, Ninth-Order of the Condensed Pill Realm, a first-year student of Saint Martial Arts Academy."

"Saint Martial Arts Academy?"

The young man’s voice seemed to be somewhat cautious.

"He is not residing inside the Saint Martial Arts Academy."

The middle-aged man added hurriedly, just like reading a textbook, obviously he was driven by someone else to post this mission.

"Down payment, 200,000 USD, confirm in three days."

The young man said coldly.

The middle-aged man clumsily took out a stack of bank checks from his bosom, put it down and left hastily.

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