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After Hawk left, he directly swept towards the depths of the mansion's courtyard.
According to Warren Earl's plan, since they intended to pull a switch, luring the enemy deeper would be of utmost importance. Even if the enemy realized something was wrong later on, by then they would be too deep to retreat.
It should be noted that the potential strength of the Aldra Family is not merely limited to over a hundred low-level warriors.
There are as many as five hidden Intermediate Level experts, but these concealed Intermediate Level warriors usually live in seclusion and are rarely seen, only enjoying their lives under the title of family Guardians.
While the existence of five Intermediate Level fighters alone cannot compete with a level 4 Intermediate expert, if one adds a deeply mysterious Hawk...
With such a luxurious lineup, and under deliberate ambush design, as long as the enemy does not have an absolute master at Intermediate Level 5, they will be doomed.
"I have given my orders; you all should lie in ambush around and act according to the situation."
In a certain courtyard deep within the mansion, Hawk coldly stated these words. In front of him stood five elderly men dressed differently, all respectfully awaiting his command.
The thick energy swirling around these five elders clearly indicated that they were the family's Guardians with Intermediate Level strength.
The Five Guardian Elders were evidently accustomed to Hawk's indifferent demeanor; they nodded in agreement without raising any objections.
Although they were Intermediate Level experts, they could not help but feel a sense of reverence in front of Hawk, whose strength far surpassed their own.
At their age, their combat power ranked at the bottom among their peers, and having never learned any Secret Techniques, their energy levels were naturally not very strong.
To put it nicely, they could be considered Intermediate Level experts—top chickens among lower tiers; to put it bluntly, they were combat machines among trash.
With these five nearing the end of their lives, they would only be able to reach Intermediate Level in this lifetime, with no potential left to explore. Now they relied on their somewhat respectable Intermediate strength to enjoy the support of the Aldra Family and live comfortable lives.
After the command was given, Hawk sat in a chair in the room, closing his eyes to rest. Layers of shadows surrounded him, making his figure appear as if it were shrouded in several layers of mist, indistinct and unclear.
The Five Guardian Elders wisely chose not to disturb him further. After bowing respectfully, they flickered away, each finding a concealed corner outside the room to lie in ambush.
Although they were about to face an Intermediate Level 4 powerhouse, in terms of strength, they clearly held the advantage.
Thus, despite their anxiety after such a long time without action, the five would not retreat at this critical moment. After all, they were under the patronage of the Aldra Family; if they were truly needed, they had to put in their best effort.
Time slowly passed, and soon it was midnight.
During these several hours, Hawk remained motionless in the room, while the Five Guardians outside lay still like sculptures, their breaths restrained and their figures hidden without a trace.
As night deepened, the atmosphere became oppressive. A team of family guards stationed around the outer courtyard to provide a superficial cover yawned repeatedly out of boredom.
At this moment, in the study, Warren Earl sat calmly at his desk, his eyes slightly closed and his expression neutral, seemingly resting.
In contrast to Warren Earl's calm demeanor, Step was somewhat restless.
The heavy atmosphere felt like a countdown to death. Step kept telling himself to stay calm. But the more he tried to calm down, the more anxious he became.
It had been nearly five or six hours since he had negotiated terms with Warren Earl, yet the person who was supposed to assassinate him had still not appeared. How could he not be anxious? This was a matter of whether he could break through to Intermediate Level and whether he could escape with his life.
At this point, Step even felt an impulse to kidnap Warren Earl; if he could control this Old Guy, then he could do whatever he wanted. He would save his own life and vent his frustrations.
Once this thought took root, it lingered in Step's mind like an obsession that he could not shake off.
"Let's do it..." Step's expression turned fierce as he glared at Warren Earl. Just as he was about to make a move, seven or eight intense presences locked onto him like daggers at his back, freezing him in place and making him feel as if he had been doused with cold water—instantly waking him up.
Everything that suddenly happened left Bu Xin in shock, cursing himself for being foolish: "The first time I came to this study, I encountered the same scene. How could I be so forgetful? If Warren were truly so easy to deal with, how could Anran have survived until now?"
Bu Xin became alert at this moment, and just then, Warren Earl seemed to sense something, slightly opening his eyes. He cast a sidelong glance at Bu Xin, revealing a smirk that was neither a smile nor a frown, before casually closing his eyes again.
Seeing Warren Earl's expression, Bu Xin felt a chill and silently thanked his quick reflexes: "Fortunately, I woke up fast enough; otherwise, I would have suffered greatly. My current situation is extremely dangerous; I cannot afford to be foolish at a critical moment." With this thought, Bu Xin took a deep breath and suppressed the agitation within him.
Four hours earlier, Wendy and Locke had come together to check on Bu's safety because they were genuinely worried. Upon seeing that Anran was unharmed, they visibly sighed in relief and then began to question Bu Xin about the situation while avoiding Warren Earl.
Bu Xin was well aware of his own circumstances and knew that there wasn't much they could do to help.
Thus, he said little, merely discussing matters with Warren Earl and assuring them not to worry and to go back and rest early.
Although the two felt uneasy upon hearing this, they were still deeply concerned. However, facing the imposing Warren Earl, they lacked the courage to resist.
In the end, it was Wendy, the girl among them, who couldn't help but offer some words of comfort. However, she was called over by Warren Earl and had the Blood Contract taken away.
With this turn of events, both felt as if they were inadvertently making things worse. After exchanging sympathetic glances with Bu Xin, they left helplessly.
At this point, Bu Xin was completely isolated and helpless; he could only place his hopes on the mysterious person who wanted to kill him.
"It's ironic that someone who wants to kill me has become my only hope for salvation," Bu Xin bitterly mocked himself.
Just as Bu Xin was lost in thought, a shadow flickered through the air and silently infiltrated the Aldra Family's estate without alarming any guards.
Once inside the estate, the shadow quickly slid into hiding behind a rockery wall.
As the view zoomed in for a closer look, it revealed a hunchbacked figure clad entirely in black. From its murky eyes and a few strands of white hair at its temples, it was evident that this mysterious figure was quite old—likely an elderly man.
The mysterious old man, after concealing his figure, silently observed his surroundings. For a moment, it seemed he did not intend to delve deeper. His eyes flickered as he pondered inwardly, "Before advancing, I must consider my retreat. I need to plan my escape route thoroughly before taking the next step."
After all, the Aldra Family's influence is formidable. According to the information I have gathered, the once-renowned Shadow Hand from the Mercenary world, Hawk, has also allied himself with the Aldra Family.
If I do not want to meet my end here, I must be cautious in my preparations.
After surveying the area for a while and carefully investigating the distribution of the Aldra Family's guards nearby, the old man took out a piece of silken white satin from his pocket.
As he cast his gaze upon the satin, a cold smile appeared on his face. He spread it slightly open and looked at it; it was a meticulously drawn map that depicted the detailed layout of the Aldra Family's residence.
After a careful comparison, the old man circled several points on the map before putting the satin back into his pocket.
The points he marked were places with particularly strict security. In such a large residence, these spots seemed inconspicuous, but he did not dare to take them lightly.
After all, if he succeeded this time, it would undoubtedly cause quite a stir. If he did not want to end up as collateral damage, he would need to escape quickly after achieving his goal.
If he did not note these locations now and ended up blindly rushing in during his retreat, it would be disastrous.
"Now... it's time to find that boy's hiding place," the old man said with a sinister look in his eyes. Without hesitation, he took out a small lens about an inch in diameter from his pocket. After rubbing it slightly, he placed it over his eyes and looked around.
This was a special lens used to track Moonlight Powder; it appeared to be made of crystal and had a faint green hue.
After wearing the lens and observing for a while, the old man slowly removed it, filled with doubt and confusion.
He had indeed seen the unique glow emitted by Moonlight Powder, but that glow was located several kilometers away from where he stood—essentially at the center of the Aldra Family's estate, separated by dozens of buildings.
"This situation is becoming tricky," the old man cursed inwardly and even felt resentment towards Benson. "If it weren't for that useless Benson stirring up trouble with the Aldra Family, how could they protect Brent so tightly? They've even moved his residence into the inner courtyard."
It is no wonder the old man was anxious and restless; after all, a Major Force places great importance on face and hierarchy.
In the family courtyard, aside from the direct descendants of the family and a few guards and servants, no one else is allowed to enter.
In the old man's view, the fact that Brent could reside within the courtyard meant that he was under the Aldra Family's protection, or else what could it be? Could it be that Warren Earl intended to take him as a son-in-law?
After much contemplation, the old man found himself in a difficult position.
If he did not plan to cancel his actions, he had no choice but to face the challenge head-on. With a hesitant gaze, the old man steeled his resolve: "With my Intermediate Level 4 strength, as long as I act swiftly enough, I should be able to escape and save my life. This time... I will take a gamble."
The old man never anticipated that from the very beginning, he had made a mistake and had fallen into a trap specifically designed for him.
Perhaps he had placed too much trust in Amy, or perhaps he had never considered that Amy, who had always followed his orders, would actually rebel against him.
This could be described as committing sins; one may defy fate, but those who commit sins cannot live.
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