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As the Three-headed Giant Beast made its way to the Dragon Palace, Jack Clark and the others took a six-hour flight spanning thousands of kilometers and arrived in Cross Mountain Country.

The bustling economic megacity of East Capital Airport in Cross Mountain Country saw their airplane gliding down for a landing, guided by the Control Tower.

On the side of the runway, over a dozen luxury cars and coaches had already parked, with a group of extraordinarily graceful individuals standing at the front, followed by several bodyguards.

As soon as the plane came to a stop and the door opened, Crystal Boyce and Mathilda Ward quickly disembarked.

Following them were Jack Clark, dressed in a suit and a white shirt, wearing sunglasses in true professional bodyguard fashion, and behind him were Damon Lopes, Marla Fiore, Lionel Lopez, and others.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses in the crowd greeted them enthusiastically:

“Hahaha… Boss Boyce, MissWard, and everyone, welcome to East Capital.”

Crystal Boyce replied with a smile:

“Mr. Klein, you are too kind. It wasn’t necessary for you to come personally; arranging someone from your team to meet our flight would have been sufficient.”

“How could that be possible? It’s Miss Ward’s first time in East Capital, and it would be disrespectful to simply send someone arbitrary to greet Miss Ward and Mr. Ward.”

“By the way, let me introduce.”

“This is the Hundred River Pavilion Master from the Heavy Mountain Pavilion, a well-known Great Master in East Capital, whose martial arts hall has made outstanding contributions to the stability of East Capital in recent years.”

“This is his daughter, Miss Janice Bland. She graduated a year ago from the Martial Arts School of East Capital with a cultivation at the Fourth Layer Heaven and is a famous genius among the younger generation in East Capital.”

“This is a director from the Suzuki Group and the President of East Capital Chamber of Commerce. His group is responsible for the lighting and sound for Miss Ward’s concert…”

As the two sides exchanged pleasantries, Jack Clark’s gaze swept over these individuals and whenever his gaze rested on someone for two seconds, detailed information about them would pop up.

Among these people were the high-level political leaders of East Capital, presidents of top-tier clubs, and experts from High-level Martial Arts Halls; all were powerful individuals whose every move could shake East Capital.

Yet, when they faced Mathilda Ward, they were all exceedingly polite, positioning themselves with a low profile.

After Acunus took the initiative to reveal his “existence,” officials had also somewhat relaxed the control over Mathilda Ward’s personal information.

Suddenly, many were taken aback, not expecting that the internationally renowned star, who had risen to fame somewhat mysteriously, was actually the young daughter of the Mysterious Martial Sky King.

At that moment, Damon Lopes leaned closer and said softly, using True Strength to contain his voice:

“How about it, Brother Callum, have you found anything?”

After the Blood God Acunus made his move, Damon Lopes became genuinely vigilant and also had a high regard for Jack Clark’s extraordinary sensory abilities.

Although it was already known, being able to discern someone’s intentions just by the way they looked at him still felt too incredible.

Jack Clark also used his True Strength to confine his voice, replying softly:

“I haven’t sensed anything unusual from these people, they should be alright, but we still can’t let our guard down.”

“I understand,” Damon Lopes nodded.

King-level beings have too many tricks up their sleeves and one must always remain cautious and vigilant.

Soon after the greetings, everyone progressively boarded their vehicles.

Lionel Lopez and his fellow bodyguards joined those of the others.

Mathilda Ward and Crystal Boyce, led by the official person in charge, Dean Klein, got into a luxury business car.

These business cars, as large as coaches, were spacious and comfortable inside, accommodating over a dozen people for casual conversation, with sound systems, air conditioning, refrigerators, and televisions—all fully equipped.

However, when Jack Clark and Damon Lopes, dressed as bodyguards, followed Mathilda Ward and Crystal Boyce onto the car, someone’s gaze flickered slightly.

Instantly, Jack Clark narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses and took a glance at the man named Irvin Yamaki.

This man was a well-known shrine official from the Great Heavenly Ghost Shrine in East Capital. During the introductions earlier, he’d been very low- key, and after greeting Mathilda Ward, he stood on the fringe of the group, not speaking again.

The middle-aged man’s gaze was quite normal, devoid of murderous intent or malice, simply reflecting the normal human reaction of surprise.

It seemed as if he was surprised to see a bodyguard like him taking a seat in the main guest vehicle alongside Mathilda Ward.

Yet, when his gaze rested on Jack Clark, Jack inexplicably felt a touch of discomfort, as if passing by someone on the street he deeply disliked.

There might be a problem with this person.

Pensively, Jack Clark took a seat next to Mathilda Ward.

Soon the luxury coach set off, and the convoy began its journey towards the city. Along the way, Jack Clark’s attention remained on their surroundings.

It couldn’t be helped; Koroya had been ambushed twice on the stretch of road from the airport to the city, which made Jack Clark subconsciously wary of this particular section of the journey.

Add to that the presence of a potentially problematic person on the bus.

Fortunately, over the next twenty minutes, no danger presented itself, and soon a bustling metropolis came into view.

Though considered average among the mid-sized countries of the Federation, Cross Mountain Country still had a decent population and economy, with East Capital giving Jack Clark the feeling of a city from his previous life.

Speaking of which, the classification of the Federal States’ national levels must be addressed.

Since the end of the Dark Age until now, the vast Federation with its population of over two billion, the three major empires accounted for more than 1.4 billion people.

Next were eleven mid-sized countries, with populations ranging from tens of millions to over a hundred million.

Besides these were dozens of ordinary small countries with populations in the range of several millions, located all over the globe.

The ranking among countries is determined by population, military strength, economy, territory, as well as the number of cultivators and top-tier strong men.

Most king-level experts come from the three major empires, with mid-sized countries having as few as one or as many as two or three, not to mention the disparity in cultivator base which is more than tenfold.