The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 372

"Mr. Hawkins, we've confirmed it. Perry's death was indeed a suicide. Xena went to the site personally," a subordinate reported.

Andrei nodded, setting aside Perry's final letter. He raised his hand, and a tablet was handed to him immediately.

"This is all the information we could gather on Felix. Please take a look."

Time slipped by as Andrei meticulously studied the details for over two hours. He had always been detail-oriented, after all.

"Felix is far from ordinary, as expected. Most of the people in his circle are not ones we can afford to provoke," Andrei remarked.

While they couldn't yet ascertain Felix's full capabilities-aside from Perry's mention of him being a martial artist-the connections within his circle told a different story.

"Yes, Mr. Hawkins. That was my conclusion as well. Are we still going to proceed against Felix?"

Andrei nodded again. "Of course. A promise is a promise. I'll keep at it until I reach my limits. If there's truly no way forward, only then will I let go. But before dealing with Felix, let's always be extra careful. Better safe than sorry.

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arrived in the rear courtyard of Yardley Dining. He was

brings you

with a nod. He had asked her to send the Vanguard Legion to Canraville to guard the restaurant's courtyard for a week. He planned to refine the Dragonspine technique during that time and needed absolute solitude. Vivian smiled. "Of course, I'll oversee it myself if you ask for

understood Vivian's intentions without her having to say

are things going with

that are still not satisfied, but they don't dare speak up. Don't worry, Felix. I'll convince them

had already reached the Martial God level, and the two Vice Leaders were

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Felix.

of joy crossed Felix's gaze as he sensed the Dragonspine spirit within. Of course, no matter how bold Larry might be, he wouldn't dare renege

the pit while Vivian stood watch

had brought with her were indeed formidable. They could hold their own even against a Martial God. Unless a Martial Saint

asked, sensing something was amiss. She glanced sharply toward a

Felix sprang from the pit, his expression dark with frustration. He

our first time meeting, and I hope I've made quite the impression.