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Brower had met the Ancestor before, and each time they encountered one another, the pressure emanating from the Ancestor was enough to make his legs weak and his heart anxious for several days.
Brower instructed his secretary to prepare the helicopter, and ten minutes later, it landed directly on the rooftop of the building.
"Mr. Jiang, I want to take a look," Monroe said.
"Then let's go," Jiang Chen replied casually.
With a determined bite of her lip, Monroe followed Jiang Chen onto the helicopter, simultaneously sending a message to Count Smithan, informing him that she was going to meet the Blood Ancestor.
Count Smithan was anxiously waiting in the underground parking lot. Upon receiving her message, he was taken aback and hurriedly drove out of the garage, spotting a helicopter flying across the sky.
"What should I do?" Count Smithan fretted like an ant on a hot pan, but there was nothing he could do now.
The helicopter flew westward, heading towards a private island not far from the west coast of Great Britain. This private island was the lair of the Blood Ancestor; it was quite large, lush with greenery and adorned with a castle-like villa.
However, no one lived on the island; it was solely where the Blood Ancestor resided, and generally, members of the bloodline were not qualified to set foot there.
The helicopter landed on the helipad, and as the rotor blades ceased their whirring, the island was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers—a pleasant place indeed.
Monroe felt extremely nervous, yet her curiosity bubbled beneath the surface. She wondered just how powerful Jiang Chen truly was to disregard the bloodline so easily. Perhaps Jiang Chen could surprise her even more.
Brower smirked slightly, his smile cold. With the Blood Ancestor in residence here, not even Jiang Chen would stand a chance; even modern warships would meet their doom.
The strength of the Blood Ancestor could only be described in two words: terrifying! It was indeed terrifying. Brower did not know the true extent of the Ancestor's power, but he was certain that with just a flick of a hand, the Ancestor could eliminate him in an instant.
"We Blood Ancestors reside in our lair; I'll take you to meet him. Huh? Why aren't you moving? Are you afraid?" Brower took a few steps forward but noticed Jiang Chen had not followed and couldn't help but laugh.
"Let him come out to see me," Jiang Chen said flatly.
"You... don't get carried away. The fact that I can bring you to meet our Ancestor is already showing you great favor. You think you have the right to ask for him to come see you personally? That's quite presumptuous," Brower retorted angrily.
"Don't force me to take action; hurry up," Jiang Chen's tone darkened. Brower still didn't recognize the situation; he truly thought Jiang Chen was an easy target. If it weren't for how low-key the bloodline had been in recent years and their shift away from living off blood, Jiang Chen would have already killed him for such insolence.
"Fine, just wait," Brower said furiously but felt powerless; after all, he was no match for Jiang Chen and had no choice but to swallow his anger.
As Brower went to summon the Blood Ancestor, Jiang Chen stood on the grass, gazing out at the sea with a heavy expression.
In the distance on the ocean, a yacht drifted leisurely by with a group of young people partying aboard it.
This was a yacht worth fifty million pounds, incredibly luxurious. Anyone who could afford such a yacht was undoubtedly wealthy.
On the top deck, a group of young people were shouting and toasting, reveling in their joy. However, amidst the celebration, a tall girl in denim shorts and a tank top appeared sullen.
“Hey, Ma'erka, what's wrong? You're in high demand right now, and next week you have a concert in Paris. Why aren't you happy?” asked a stunning woman in a bikini as she approached Ma'erka with two glasses of champagne.
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