Chapter 1288: Chapter 1288: Seeking Help

Ethan Brandon had various guesses.

He knew that Asher Cook was timid and didn’t dare to stir up trouble.

Especially the kind that could cost him his head.

But he never expected!

Asher Cook was actually dead!

However, he found out too late.

Ethan Brandon fell to the ground and convulsed, finally breathing his last.

Everyone present was stunned.

Including Amadeus Fairbanks, no one knew what the situation was at this moment.

The agreed-upon betrayal turned into a massacre among their own, leaving only Asher Cook, the least noticeable one.

“Pavilion Master is indeed wise.” Julius Reed, impersonating Asher Cook, turned around and looked at Amadeus Fairbanks: “A few days ago, the Pavilion Master sensed that these traitors were restless, so he ordered me to infiltrate them quietly and seize the opportunity!”

“Now, you all have seen their true faces! And all this, including Pavilion Master’s injury, was all an act.” Julius Reed, with his right foot on a corpse, said coldly: “This time, the Pavilion Master will forgive and forget, but if there is a next time, the punishment will be severe!”

After speaking, he went over and helped Amadeus Fairbanks, who had collapsed.

His right hand pretending to casually slide by, quietly releasing the antidote.

“Asher Cook, you…” Amadeus Fairbanks was completely blank.

But his strength was gradually recovering.

When had he ever arranged for Asher Cook to go undercover?

And Asher Cook, who was always timid and frightened, actually dared to kill Ethan Brandon?

Wasn’t he afraid of Ethan Brandon’s subordinates seeking revenge?

“Amadeus, I’ll beat Deep Cold for you.”

However, this ‘Amadeus’ from Julius Reed nearly made Amadeus Fairbanks’ legs buckle, almost bringing him to his knees.

“Holy…”

“Shush!”

Julius Reed cleared his throat and said, “Don’t forget to express your gratitude!”

The remaining crowd looked at each other and threw down their weapons, kneeling on the ground.

The leaders were all dead.

What storms could a bunch of low-level thugs stir up?

And it seemed like Amadeus Fairbanks…

Had fully recovered?

Thinking back to Asher Cook’s words, their backs chilled!

They had known it all along.

Olivia Warm and others had plotted this rebellion meticulously.

Many people didn’t receive the orders until that morning.

“Clean up this mess yourselves, I’m going to take down Deep Cold!” Julius Reed whispered and then quickly left the island.

Templeton Lena hurriedly followed.

“Immediately release the captured comrades. Those who participated in the rebellion should come forward and confess, I, the Pavilion Master, will deal leniently!” Amadeus Fairbanks, watching Julius Reed’s back, found his eyes somewhat moist.

He couldn’t remember how many years it had been since anyone had called him Amadeus…

The wind on the island was strong.

Julius Reed ripped off the Asher Cook mask, feeling much relieved.

He had not chosen to inform Amadeus Fairbanks in advance.

Doing it this way had the advantage of waking up the Pavilion Master of Willson Pavilion to be cautious of those around him.

Further, it intimidated Amadeus Fairbanks’ subordinates.

Consolidating power, clearing out the traitors.

Most importantly, obtaining evidence of Deep Cold conspiring against The North Sea.

His actions were justified.

Looking at the Asher Cook mask in his hands, Julius Reed couldn’t help but remark, “Night is truly amazing! Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I even start doubting if that’s really what I look like.”

Perfect.

From the voice to the appearance.

Just like the real person.

After they found out Asher Cook was involved in the rebellion, they chose him, the one with the smallest courage but full of cunning, as the template.

Taking advantage of Asher Cook’s seaside rendezvous with his lover, Gabriel Abernathy and his people captured him.

Interrogate, listen to his voice, touch his face, then silence him.

“It’s just a pity, they won’t make one for us.” Templeton Lena touched the mask on his face, full of frustration.

His words also carried a slight sourness.

“Maybe, Night Fairy is just too busy. You have to understand. Isn’t the mask quite handsome? I wore it all the time at Seven Clouds Academy,” Julius Reed said, comforting him.

This mask is indeed quite ugly.

The quality is probably just slightly better than those three-dollar street goods.

“Wait a minute!”

Julius Reed suddenly stopped in his tracks, moved closer to Templeton Lena, and gently fiddled with his mask.

There was actually a piece of white paper attached.

It read ‘Gift.’

Probably a free gift with some purchase.

“What’s the matter?” Templeton Lena was still a bit nervous.

“It’s nothing, just some dust.” Julius Reed peeled off the sticker and rolled it into a small ball the size of an ant, then quietly flicked it away.

“Has the video been sent out?” he asked.

The North Sea needed reputable evidence of Deep Cold challenging them to make their move.

In reality, it was the same bullying, just silencing some critics.

Deep Cold should have been annihilated long ago.

Its fate was sealed when it sent people to Gonzalez City to trouble him years ago.

Next up, those sects.

The day of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance meeting wasn’t far away.

By then, The North Sea would be a sharp sword, cutting down those who betrayed him.

And Pendleton too!

Must be annihilated!

“The video has already spread on the dark web, people in the underworld are probably already aware,” Templeton Lena was adept at handling such matters.

After all, Seven Clouds Academy was also an underworld organization.

“Don’t delay at all, turn the ship around, and head towards the Deep Cold headquarters. If I disappear for too long, it will surely draw the attention of Devlin and others. Don’t forget, there’s also Elaenor Wood who’s always causing me trouble.”

Julius Reed boarded a small boat, heading towards The North Sea fleet.

…

Deep Cold.

Northern Border Castle.

It snows here all year round.

The temperature even reaches minus forty degrees.

“Quick! Call a military meeting!”

Inside the general’s office, a blond man suddenly stood up, his face looking a bit off.

“Gold. What’s going on?”

A companion asked.

Gold, usually composed, was suddenly agitated, which was very uncharacteristic.

“The North Sea has declared war on my Deep Cold! The first troop is heading this way!” Gold pointed downwards, “During the battle at Willson Pavilion, my Deep Cold navy was completely destroyed, the Marshal’s life or death is uncertain!”

“What!”

The others all opened their mouths in shock.

“Is this information reliable?”

It took a while before someone asked.

“The entire dark web has spread it!” Gold was grabbing his hair, somewhat angrily saying, “God, I hope the Marshal is safe!”

After speaking, he pushed open the room’s door.

Gusty winds mixed with flying snow instantly poured in.

After he left, the rest quickly logged onto the dark web and watched the circulated video.

Then, their faces turned ashen.

“How could this be? Willson Pavilion should have been annihilated, how could it counterattack from such a desperate situation?”

Someone asked, puzzled.

The Marshal had turned Willson Pavilion’s elder and brought the navy to assist.

This was supposed to be a foolproof plan.

Yet, it failed?

“Let’s go to the meeting!” someone said, immediately putting on a leather coat and leaving the room.

The North Sea was recently flourishing, and if they truly offended it, Deep Cold would face hard times.

Meanwhile!

A hundred miles outside Migration Island.

The Marshal, in a dire state, was piloting a small boat, floating on the sea.

If not for his years of always being on guard and leaving the fleet early to stay nearby,

He probably would have died under the gunfire.

“I must… make you pay!”

He took out his phone, trembling, and made a call: “Mr. Devlin, I need your help…”