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Reuel Bible listened with a hint of depth passing through his eyes, but remained silent.

The actions of the X Bureau’s higher-ups this time indeed made him feel uneasy.

But now that the truth was still unclear, he couldn’t rashly make any judgments.

The guy in front of him knew a lot, but didn’t elaborate.

Suddenly thinking of something, Reuel Bible said, “Noah Wright, do me a favor. If Leonard Churchill comes here, try to stop him for me. I know it’s not a big deal for someone with your capabilities.”

Noah Wright didn’t refuse, but instead countered, “Though…Captain. Have you really not thought about your own situation? If you’re truly taken back by those guys from the Judging Office, with your current charges, things won’t end well.”

Reuel Bible listened and his eyes flickered with lights, as if various thoughts swirled in his mind briefly. Calmly he responded, “No need. I want to go back myself and ask the higher-ups what on earth they are up to.”

“Mmm.”

Noah seemed like he had expected the answer.

To break the existing order, it took some special experiences.

He didn’t try to persuade him further, and simply cleaned up the meal box, replied vaguely, and then hinted, “But, I do feel that if ‘he’ comes, I won’t need to help.”

…

Soon, the meal delivery ended, and Mushroomhead left the security station.

After strolling around the corner of the street, Leonard Churchill noticed many pairs of eyes staring at the Security Office.

He didn’t pay too much attention to it, and without a trace of nervousness, he walked straight over in his disguise.

Reuel Bible was still eating when he suddenly heard a familiar voice by his side.

“Old Bible, can I help you with anything?”

Already expecting who it was, Reuel Bible was taken aback at first.

However, he sneakily glanced out of the corner of his eye to find that the speaker was a bearded security officer in uniform?

Height, weight, appearance, and temperament were completely dissimilar to the Leonard Churchill he knew.

Seeing this flawless disguise, he had a glimmer of joy in his heart, but also ruefully muttered to himself, “This guy, still came.”

The risk of visiting the prison was not small.

If discovered, it would undoubtedly be a death sentence.

Still as daring as ever.

But.

This concern alone meant a lot.

Facing a critical situation, Reuel Bible didn’t want Leonard Churchill to take risks and directly said, “You don’t need to do anything for me. Be careful.”

Then came a faint response, “Mmm. I might not live for long. Consider this as a farewell.”

Leonard Churchill was not surprised that he couldn’t help.

His current strength was simply inadequate to intervene in Reuel Bible’s matters.

The journey to the Alternate Dimension would certainly be perilous.

Coming to say goodbye was his way of making peace with his few friends in this world.

What’s more, he noticed that his old friend seemed perfectly content to be locked here.

There was no hope for rescue.

Upon hearing this, Reuel Bible was slightly startled, a frown creasing his brow as he seemingly guessed something.

So, this was a final goodbye.

No wonder he took the risk.

Without glancing at his old friend who had left the iron cage, he said finally, “Take care.”

Leonard Churchill gave a light smile, “You too.”

With that, he had left.

Only then did Reuel Bible sneak another glance, then gulped down another swig of liquor with a rumble.

Drops of water hung off his beard, dripping into the iron cage.

Those cloudy eyes became increasingly profound.

…

After leaving Reuel Bible behind, Leonard Churchill seemed much more relaxed.

He took a trip to the Hunter’s Association and signed up for the “classified” Alternate Dimension reclamation operation according to the information given by Tracy Garcia’s mother.

The Battle for Ironforge was a massive war mode space involving a thousand participants.

The death rate was extremely high, and since it needed elites, not many people signed up.

Aside from the temporarily recruited wild team hunters, the Lionheart Family also had to gather elites from various parts of the Federation.

It would take another two days to assemble the next batch.

After registering, Leonard Churchill didn’t sit idle. While wandering around the city, he observed and bought some supplies.

Roaming around the city all this while, he carefully absorbed the “Fear Threads”.

The centre of all these threads was located in the Golden Oak branch building.

That was why Leonard Churchill dared not absorb them recklessly.

At first, he thought he could only steal a little at a time, but as he roamed, he stumbled upon a pleasant surprise.

The threads, which rained down from the sky and converged, actually appeared in several places in the city, forming minor gathering points!

It felt like suddenly discovering several rat holes in a grain store.

It was as if a flood had been diverted, creating several small tributaries.

“What is happening? Is someone daring to undermine the Orlan Dynasty?”

Leonard Churchill was surprised.

Those minor gathering points accounted for at least 20–30% of all the threads.

With such a large quantity, how could the Orlan remnants not notice?

Moreover, besides himself and the person in the Golden Oak building, other card masters of professional sequence should not be able to use or absorb this “Fear Mental Power”.

How did several branches suddenly pop up?

With his curiosity piqued, Leonard Churchill checked each small gathering point one by one.

Then he discovered that arrays had been audaciously set up at those gathering points to intercept those Fear Threads.

This made Leonard Churchill even more curious.

He lay in ambush around several points and gradually guessed who these people were.

However, by coincidence, after waiting for several hours, he even saw a familiar person at one of those posts!

“Vivian White? Is this woman still alive?”

Seeing the woman with black hair and a petite dress walking out of the post, Leonard Churchill felt surprised.