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The Legendary Man Chapter 792

The Legendary Man Chapter 792-Hossom’s question was exceedingly blunt, yet that was also the crux of the matter.

Why is Jonathan doing this? If we go with the plan he proposed earlier, he would need to lure all four divine messengers of the Bazar Temple away during the entire kidnapping process for the sole purpose of helping me gain entry into the temple. That’s wholly a sacrifice on his part. But considering our relationship, in which he even sets me up during conversations, that clearly doesn’t make sense. Therefore, he must have some other objective for doing so.

With his brows knitted together deeply, he scrutinized Jonathan, attempting to glean something from the latter’s eyes.

Alas, his efforts proved futile at the end of the day.

Perhaps there wasn’t much of an age difference between Jonathan and Hossom, but the former was far too adept at keeping his emotions under wraps.

It wasn’t that he was devious, but he had truly experienced too much throughout the past few years he held authority over Asura’s Office.

As a matter of fact, a person’s status and environment could shape his temperament. Jonathan had always been in the eye of the storm, so he had long since cultivated the habit of remaining impassive.

Staring at Hossom across from him, Jonathan hesitated for a while before admitting, “Needless to say, I won’t be paving the way for you for nothing, Hossom. Seeing that I’m going to lure most of the forces of Bazar Temple away, I’ve got a favor to ask of you.”

When Hossom heard that the man wanted to use him, he let out a sigh of relief.

After interacting with Jonathan for a long time, he was already familiar with the latter’s character. If the man wanted to use him, it would definitely be beneficial to them both.

It might be accompanied by danger, but Jonathan would undoubtedly shield him if anything happened.

That was already proven when Vikas located Jonathan in Springwyn back then.

At that time, if Hossom were in his shoes, it would be an unquestionable choice for him to sacrifice others to save himself.

Yet, Jonathan merely stepped forward without mentioning a single word about Hossom in the car.

From that alone, one could tell that the man could be trusted as a collaboration partner in spite of his craftiness.

When one teamed up with him, all the terms would be laid out clearly on the table.

If one were to end up on the losing end or tricked, he would have no one to blame save himself. In other words, even if it meant his death, it would be a risk he knowingly took.

On the contrary, if Jonathan had smilingly told Hossom that he was helping him unconditionally, that would have been utterly suspicious.

Jonathan studied Hossom in front of him. Subsequently, he cast his gaze out the window at the statue of Seboxia standing tall in the night sky, falling into silent contemplation.

“According to your information, there would undoubtedly be a divine messenger by Prima’s side. Although I’ve never had any contact with divine messengers in West Region, those who can attain such positions would definitely be superior to ordinary cultivators of the God Realm in one way or another. Thus, I reckon that I might not necessarily be able to eliminate even one or two of them if I were to face off against them or kidnap Prima.”

“In that case, why did you suggest such a plan? How will you defeat all four of them when even one or two is a problem to you?”

Hossom eyed Jonathan with a frown, his gaze brimming with puzzlement.

In his opinion, the man’s plan was tantamount to courting death.

Unexpectedly, Jonathan flashed him a wide grin.

“That’s why I need your cooperation.”

As soon as those words rang out, Hossom was entirely stunned.

Pointing at himself, Hossom questioned, “Me? Stop joking with me. I’m just a cultivator of the Grandmaster Realm. What can I do to help you?”

“As long as I lure everyone away and you enter Bazar Temple, you’ll be able to help me,” Jonathan revealed with a smile.

Thereafter, he added, “Don’t forget this, Hossom—I might not be able to kill them anytime soon, but the same goes for them. As long as I can delay them, you can then sneak into the temple. All that’s needed is a fire.”

While saying that, he took out the magical item that was the flaming stick and flicked it lightly. In a flash, a fist-sized flame appeared in the air.

Through the leaping flames, the gigantic statue of Seboxia outside the glass window appeared to be on fire to Hossom.

“You want to… set fire to Bazar Temple?” he asked in a trembling voice.

The mere thought of that had him break out in a cold sweat.

After all, Bazar Temple was the central temple of all Seboxia believers in the whole of West Region. In fact, it could be considered a sacred place to the population of one point three billion people of the West Region to a certain extent.

No matter how unruly Hossom was, he merely wanted to steal something at most for the thrill of it.

Setting fire to West Region’s sacred place of worship was something he had never dared to imagine.

“Jonathan, if you really dare set fire…”

At that point, Hossom still lowered his voice despite knowing no one was around them as he continued, “You’re really playing with fire here. If you dare ruin Bazar Temple, the whole population of the entire West Region that goes up to over a billion will call for your death.”

At that point, Hossom still lowered his voice despite knowing no one was around them as he continued, “You’re really playing with fire here. If you dare ruin Bazar Temple, the whole population of the entire West Region that goes up to over a billion will call for your death.”

“Do you think they won’t target me if I don’t do that? Ultimately, West Region will go to battle with Chanaea. We’re already on opposing sides, so why worry so much?” Jonathan drawled.

Noticing that Hossom was still wavering, Jonathan reached out and draped his arm across the man’s shoulder.

“Actually, Buddy, this matter is very simple. I’ll lure them out. Then, you can slip in and set fire by using a talisman. When the fire spreads, you would’ve long since fled. Besides, the fire will also distract the divine messengers. At that time, I can capture Prima directly and get my hands on the antidote. You’ll leave a legacy in the international thief circles, whereas I’ll obtain the antidote to save my friend. Isn’t that the best of both worlds? So? Do we have a deal?” he asked, enticing Hossom endlessly.

Hossom scowled at Jonathan, who was all smiles, his expression as dark as thunder.

“Do I have the right to decline?”

“Of course. I’m an exceedingly understanding person. If you say no, we’ll forget about it,” Jonathan replied smilingly.

“And what will the consequence be?” Hossom questioned through gritted teeth.

“I’ll kill you.”

“We have a deal.”

In the end, Jonathan and Hossom reached a consensus in a pleasant atmosphere.

The next step was to fabricate the talisman that would be used in the plan.

But then, the materials needed weren’t all that easy to procure.

Left with no other recourse, Jonathan could only contact Kaga.

This time, Kaga took the two men to the slums in the east of Newcove.

“What exactly is the situation in West Region? Why are there slums in every city?”

At the awful stench all around him, Hossom pinched his nose as he gave voice to that question.

With a lollipop in her mouth, Kaga rolled her eyes at him.

“West Region practices a caste system. Each class performs a different duty. When someone is in authority, others have to labor. As such, these slums are generally prepared for those of the low classes. I’m bringing you to Newcove’s biggest underground exchange center today. After going in later, just tell me whatever you want to buy. Don’t make random conversations. It’s awfully troublesome if you break the rules here.”

The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
Four years ago, he left mysteriously on the night of their wedding. As a result, he was despised by his family. Now, four years has passed, and he triumphantly returns to her as the greatest warrior.    

Chapter 1 The Return Of Asura

At Northern Crimson Prison located in Sanguine Desert, wind and sand swirled in the air, seemingly intent on submerging the entire prison. The prison confined the most sadistic murderers in the world, including serial killers who were the world's most wanted fugitives. That aside, the Rainy Night Butcher who had slaughtered a family of more than a dozen people and top-notch hackers who had infiltrated the Sanctum were also imprisoned there. Furthermore, the prison incarcerated the world's top killer who had failed to assassinate the leader of a particular country but annihilated more than a dozen special forces before going on the lam. Each and every single criminal imprisoned there had the blood of at least a dozen lives on their hands. Thus, their hands and legs were manacled with heavy iron chains. In front of their prison cells were fully armed guards who kept watch 24/7. The security was so tight that not even a fly could escape. However, there was an exception. The man seemingly never killed anyone and hadn't the slightest hint of murderous aura. In fact, it appeared as though he had been imprisoned there by mistake. There were no chains on his hands or feet, and he wasn't even wearing a prison uniform. No one knew his name, much less why he was being locked up in the prison. All they knew was that he came to Northern Crimson Prison alone a year ago without the escort of any guards. And surprisingly, the look in the eyes of the prison guards when they regarded him showed a faint trace of reverence. Bang! Bang! Bang! A prison guard holding a tray in his hand knocked on the man's prison door. “Mr. Goldstein, I'm here to deliver your meal!” “Okay. Just put it down.” The man didn't even bother to lift his head as he toyed with a Desert Eagle in his hands. In less than a minute, he had already disassembled the Desert Eagle and reassembled it perfectly. The speed of his hands was so swift that it would be nigh on impossible for even military personnel to trump him. “It's your last day here at Northern Crimson Prison, Mr. Goldstein!” The prison guard put the tray down, but he didn't leave. “It's been a year?” At long last, the man raised his head and revealed his countenance. He appeared to be very young, merely in his twenties. He wasn't fair but a touch tanned. The only intimidating thing about him was his eyes. They were sharp like blades, cold and devoid of emotion. The prison guard nodded slightly. “Yeah! The warden is already on his way back from abroad and will land in an hour.” “Why is he coming?” The man arched his eyebrow a fraction. “He's coming specially to see you off.” The warden of Northern Crimson Prison had been helming the place for decades, but he had never seen anyone off. At Northern Crimson Prison, he had a godlike existence and reigned supreme. No one dared to contradict him, let alone defy him. Yet, he was currently rushing back from abroad just to see the man off. The man sneered, his gaze cutting. “Hah! See me off, my foot! I think he wants to see me leave this place with his own eyes! As long as I'm at Northern Crimson Prison, he has no peace of mind! Tell him that he doesn't need to come and see me if he takes more than half an hour. Instead, just go back where he came from!” After saying that, he waved a dismissive hand and no longer paid the prison guard any mind. “Understood, Mr. Goldstein!” Lowering his head, the prison guard then left. A brief moment later, the man finally put down the Desert Eagle in his hands. His gaze turned a tad unfocused. “Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed. It seems that it's also time for me to leave this hellish place!” Half an hour later, a middle-aged man in military fatigues strode toward the prison right on the dot. The moment he stepped into the prison, the raucous place instantly plunged into silence. Not a single sound could be heard any longer. The inmates, who were usually violent and savage, acted as though they saw something terrifying at the sight of him. They were so petrified that they didn't even dare twitch a single muscle. And that person was none other than the warden of Northern Crimson Prison! Right that moment, he was cautiously knocking on the door of Cell No. 0. “I'm not late, am I, Mr. Goldstein?” The warden stood outside the door, not daring to enter without permission. “You're a second late.” The man known as Mr. Goldstein placidly glanced at him before waving a hand and drawling, “Come in.” “Right away, Mr. Goldstein!” The warden gingerly pushed the door open and walked in. “How did you find it here for the past year, Mr. Goldstein?” “Passable.” In a mild voice, the man expounded, “The food has been pretty good, but it has been too boring without a woman! How nauseating to be with a group of men day in and day out!” “As you know, Mr. Goldstein, no woman is allowed in this prison...” The warden wore an aggrieved expression. This is a prison, not a clubhouse! As such, what would it look like to smuggle in a few women? “Okay, drop that pitiful act!” The man threw him an impatient look. “Is it time yet?” “Yes!” Nodding, the warden declared, “You should be leaving, Mr. Goldstein!” “Let's leave, then!” No sooner had the man raised a hand than the warden immediately stepped forward and helped him up from the ground. “Mr. Goldstein, have you found the item you've been looking for in the past year?”

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