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Atlas smiled, saying nothing. He wondered how they would feel when they knew Melody was Nash's follower.
Atlas scrolled through his phone and realized that a large number of Fulcrum Group's top executives had gotten
into scandals. Even core executives openly reported the president, Saul Eve's, dark history.
“It’s no wonder she’s a powerful woman. She’s ruthless and stunning. ‘Atlas lightly sipped his wine.
Fulcrum Group's share price was previously at 36 bucks and
plummeted to 15 bucks in just one day. It was a devastating blow. He suddenly admired this woman. Perhaps
only someone like Nash could match such an outstanding businesswoman.
“Winston, should we sell the shares? If the price keeps dropping, I'll be left with nothing!” Stefano was on the
verge of tears. Despite his flashy appearance, he had invested his entire three million into the
stock market.
“I... I... 1 don’t know!” Winston was also heartbroken. He scratched his
head in hesitation.
After pondering for a moment, Atlas said, “There's no need to sell them. Melody will definitely regain control of
Fulcrum Group, and the
share price will rebound by then.”
Coming from a top-tier family in Capiton, although he had not
ventured into business, he had been exposed to it since childhood. H understood Melody’s motives and
immediately determined the future
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direction of the company’s share price.
Nash caught their conversation. He had never doubted Melody’s business acumen. He would not even bat an
eyelid if she were to ask to borrow billions from him.
“Emmet, lettoast to you again!” Henry was already drunk and
swaying. He had one hand resting on Emmet’s shoulder while the other held a wine glass as he toasted non-
stop.
Emmet was also ecstatic today. He would welcanyone who
wanted to drink with him.
“You shouldn’t drink so much. The Freeman Martial Alliance might
clater!” Waldo said.
He was well aware of the reason why Nash had asked him to set up this banquet. The Martial Arts Association
was under the Freeman Martial Alliance’s surveillance. The news of his safe return from the
hospital would quickly spread to them.
It had already been two hours, and they should be taking action.
Emmet finished a glass of wine and then belched before saying, ”
Yes... | should drink... less... | can’t drink too much!”
After saying that, he slumped onto the table, unconscious.
Henry burst into laughter. “This old guy has such poor tolerance for
alcohol!”
Waldo sighed helplessly.
“They're here!” Nash slowly put down his wine glass and gazed
toward the door. Dozens of people dressed in black martial arts
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uniforms were striding aggressively toward them.
Leading them was a stage five grandmaster with sparse white hair draped over his shoulders. He exuded a fierce
aura as he walked. He wore an arrogant smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with disdain for the common
people.
He might as well have the word ‘villain’ written on his face.
He was Benjamin Freeman, the deputy leader of the Freeman Martial Alliance. He had terrifying strength,
considering he was a stage five
grandmaster.
Instantly, the courtyard fell silent. The apprentices of the Martial Arts
Association trembled, too afraid to even breathe.
“Mr. Freeman...”
Robert stood up and greeted the man with a gesture of respect.
However, his expression remained blank.
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A chubby grandmaster behind Benjamin Freeman snorted coldly. ”
Robert, open your bloody eyes wide and take a good look. It's Master
Freeman to you.”
Robert responded calmly, “In Drakonia, there's only the Martial Arts
Association. The Freeman Martial Alliance has no official procedures,
let alone official qualifications. We, the Martial Arts Association, do
not recognize it!”
Benjamin’s mouth curved into a playful smile. “That's fine, but there
will ca day when you do recognize us.”
With that, he glanced at Waldo in the back. He then slapped the
chubby grandmaster behind him. “You useless thing! Weren't you the
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The Freeman Martial Alliance had set a rule-they would challenge a martial arts hall every three days. Waldo, the
master of the Cosmos Martial Arts Hall was at stage nine of the Refinement Realm. Sending a grandmaster to
challenge him was more than sufficient.
About four hours ago, the chubby grandmaster returned triumphantly, claiming that even if Waldo did not die, he
would be disabled.
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