Roar of the Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 692

The Emperor was furious.

Several women knelt on the floor quivering in fear.

After letting out his frustrations, the Emperor composed himself.

He sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

He devised this plot to kill James.

Now, not only was he not dead, he had even performed a great service for Sol.

With greater fame and prestige, it would be even harder to kill him now.

James had to die.

Smoking his cigarette, he thought of ways to finish James off.

“Looks like I need to turn to that old man for help.”

After a long while, the Emperor murmured.

He stood up hastily. “Prepare the car.”

The Emperor left the Capital and headed toward a mountain in the suburbs.

The mountain was called the Five Monasteries Mountain, named for the monastery at its peak.

The Emperor headed to the top of the mountain.

In a room of the monastery…

There was a meadow, on which a seventy-year-old-looking man sat. Wearing a white robe and white hair and a white beard, he exuded a sagely aura.

“I need your help.”

The Emperor stood behind the old man. His face was solemn. “The Black Dragon is getting in the way of my plans. He has to die.”

The old man slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were devoid of all emotion as if he was no longer alive.

The old man stood up and said, “The Black Dragon is highly-trained in martial arts. His strength is unparalleled. No one is capable of killing him. However, all men have an Achilles heel. In his case, it would be Thea Callahan. We can begin with her.”

The Emperor nodded. “I’ll leave that to you. I cannot proceed with my plans as long as James is still alive. If the higher-ups pursue matters further and discover our involvement, it’s all over for the both of us.”

Leaving this remark, the Emperor turned to leave.

With that out of the way, killing James would be a piece of cake.

Yet, the Emperor turned such a simple thing into an elaborate scheme.

From the 28-nation martial art gurus to the current war. How utterly incompetent of him.

Soon, the old man arrived in Cansington.

“Sir.”

At a harbor in Cansington…

A worker knelt before the old man.

The old man gestured toward him. “Go take Thea Callahan prisoner.”

“Understood.”

“Don’t attract unnecessary attention. Bring her to the Southern Plains in secret.”

“Understood.”