Chapter Ninety-Two: Charles's Strength

Charles balanced on his cane, strolling leisurely down the corridor. Silently, he slipped into a room where a man bearing a faint resemblance to him awaited. It was evident from his mannerisms and expression that he had deliberately tried to imitate Charles.

Upon seeing Charles enter, the man struggled to suppress the joy and pride swelling inside him. “Cousin, our uncle sent me to take your place. Without you, the family’s in complete chaos. You must return to restore order.”

Charles merely nodded, saying nothing. His hand trembled slightly, and a cold gleam flashed. Blood began seeping from his cousin’s neck—the cane concealed a hidden rapier, and Charles’s swordsmanship was peerless.

His cousin didn’t even catch sight of the gleam. It took three or four seconds before he felt breathless, trying to stanch the bleeding with trembling hands, his eyes wide with shock, unable to believe Charles would kill him outright.

Not a drop of blood stained the blade. Swiftly, Charles sheathed the sword and twirled his cane. This was a specially crafted sword undetectable even by airport scanners, though he hadn’t carried it for a long time. After an unexpected incident, he had deliberately returned to the room to change weapons—meaning from the start, he had come to kill.

Carefully avoiding the bloodstains on the floor, he rifled through his cousin’s chest and found a bloodied satellite phone.

Charles’s family owned their own satellite in space, using a special phone for calls to avoid eavesdropping.

This phone could only be used once here; after this call, it would be discarded. He was certain this was his only chance; any further use would be intercepted by the Rabbit Kingdom’s agents.

Without dialing, he called directly. The connection was made in less than three seconds.

No voice responded; only faint breathing was audible. Charles spoke first: “He was my cousin.”

“So you’re the one to decide. After all, your blood is noble,” came a woman’s voice, unshaken by Charles’s presence.

“Heh, that old man—no longer in control?” Charles retorted upon hearing her voice. If that old man had been in charge, his cousin wouldn’t have come here; he simply lacked the ability.

“No, he’s fine. Ever since discovering the Dao Ran world, his health has been improving daily,” the woman denied Charles’s assumption.

“That’s true. Everyone deserves to enjoy blessings, even that old codger. So my cousin had to die,” Charles said indifferently.

Whether the old man was well or not, bringing his cousin here meant no intention of letting him leave alive.

They knew Charles’s temperament well; anyone attempting to replace him would be killed without hesitation.

“How’s the plan progressing?” Charles bypassed discussing his cousin and asked directly.

“That useless cousin of yours failed at every task but managed to sabotage us well. So, we sent him to you. As for the plan, it’s moving forward step by step, though this fool’s been a hindrance. Our progress isn’t looking promising,” the woman explained.

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