A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5479

"Understood!" Maurice answered, his tone as sharp as clashing steel.

"Wait." Marius lifted a hand. From the shimmering space of his storage ring, he produced a flat black message token and pressed it into the elder's palm. "If trouble exceeds your grasp, crush this. I will come at once."

"My thanks, Mr. Blackstone," Maurice said, tucking the token away as though it were fragile glass.

Moments later, Maurice summoned twenty hand-picked Enforcement Squad disciples, each a middle-phase Immortal Realm cultivator.

"Listen well," he instructed, voice carrying over the rush of gathering wind. "Quarry No. 7 has fallen silent. We fly immediately to investigate. Any suspicious intruder you meet—eliminate without hesitation."

"Yes!" the Enforcement Squad disciples roared in unison.

A gust of spiritual force erupted, and the team streaked toward the distant horizon. In the blink of an eye, they were little more than glints of silver vanishing into the clouds.

Deep within the rugged gorge of Quarry No. 7, Jared stood at the very center of the excavation, surrounded by men and women whose shackles had only moments ago fallen away.

"Benefactor, we cannot thank you enough," the middle-aged cultivator said, voice quavering with raw emotion. "Without your intervention, we might have to suffer here forever."

He had barely brushed the dust from his sleeves when the quarry's newly liberated cultivators crowded toward him, gratitude shining so bright in their eyes it almost eclipsed the hard-edged sunlight bouncing off the shattered stone.

"Enough formalities," Jared said, flicking his fingers as though brushing away a cobweb. "I simply couldn't stomach the way those Demonic Cultivators treated you."

The middle-aged cultivator bowed until his forehead nearly kissed the gravel. "Benefactor, your grace will live with us for as long as we draw breath."

Jared gave a small, companionable smile. "And you are?"

He straightened, palm over heart. "I'm Quincy Lee, once an elder of the alliance of the human race."

"Quincy Lee," Jared repeated, tasting the syllables. "Good name. Tell me, do you know where Obsidian Stone Sect Headquarters hides?"

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