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An hour after Jack Clark sent a request to the local military to thoroughly investigate the Yamaki Family, Janice Bland suddenly showed up and revealed her identity.

“Military Special Service Department personnel.”

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, dressed in a crisp and handsome white lady’s suit with a Knife at her waist, a look of surprise appeared in Jack’s eyes.

Janice Bland bowed slightly, “Indeed, I joined the Special Service Department after graduation and am part of the East Capital’s covert investigation group, specifically responsible for incidents involving the Evil God Sect Cultists.” “However, my identity is confidential, and publicly, I am only known as a martial arts hall staff member.”

At this moment, besides the two of them, Mathilda Ward, Damon Lopes, and Marla Fiore were also in the living room.

They were all somewhat surprised, not expecting Jack to have made a discovery so soon after arriving in the East Capital.

“Upon receiving Mr. Callum’s request, I specially mobilized personnel to investigate the Yamaki Family’s affairs, but…” As she said this, doubt appeared in Janice Bland’s eyes.

Jack’s eyebrows raised, “Is it that nothing was found?”

Janice Bland nodded, “Exactly, there is nothing out of the ordinary about the Yamaki Family.”

“The Yamaki Family have been shrine priests of the Great Demon God for generations, spanning hundreds of years, and it’s said that members of the Yamaki Family have the bloodline of the Great Demon God.”

Of course, these are just rumors nobody believes, but since the Heaven-Earth Mutated event in recent history, every heir of the Yamaki Family has shown a talent for cultivation.”

The current head of the Yamaki Family, Geoffrey Yamaki, is even a Great Master in the late stages of the Sixth Heavenly Layer, slightly stronger than my father.”

“On top of that, after hundreds of years of operations, the Yamaki Family has a high prestige in the East Capital.”

Earlier, when I mobilized military forces to investigate, I found that the Yamaki Family is very ‘clean,’ with no unusual signs from the family members for more than a decade.”

“So clean, huh?” Jack frowned slightly. Could he have sensed it wrongly?

At this moment, Damon Lopes spoke slowly, “Being clean doesn’t mean there are no issues.”

At Brother Callum’s current realm, especially since he has cultivated sensing- related Cultivation Methods, this kind of clear feeling of something being wrong is almost never mistaken.”

It s just that this family is hiding very deeply, so conventional methods cannot uncover them.”

“Are you suggesting we use unconventional methods?” As she spoke, Janice Bland looked towards Mathilda Ward, sitting on the sofa with a smile, and paused hesitantly.

Mathilda Ward laughed lightly, “Miss Bland, if you have something to say, just say it. We’re all on the same side here.”

Janice Bland hesitated, “Today is the annual Ghost King Festival in the East Capital, and the festival just happens to take place not far from the Great Heavenly Ghost Shrine.”

“Now we all know Miss Ward’s identity has been ‘exposed’, so if the Yamaki Family really is up to something, and Miss Ward were to approach them proactively…”

Janice Bland stopped speaking for a moment.

“Approach them proactively, to lure them into taking action?” Mathilda’s eyes lit up, “That’s a good suggestion, I prefer taking action to waiting passively.” “Besides, it’ll give us a chance to check out the Ghost King Festival. I’ve heard about this festival back in Eastern Summer, it’s said to be very exciting.” Seeing this, Damon Lopes and Jack Clark exchanged glances, thought for a moment, but neither spoke up to dissuade her.

The highest cultivator in this family is merely at the Late Sixth Heavenly Stage, hardly a match for them, and it’s a good opportunity to confirm whether Jack’s sensing was incorrect.

As for informing the military to directly dispatch a force to suppress them, there’s no need.

One reason is that the family appears very ‘clean,’ and secondly, it’s not necessary to make a big fuss over a family with such ‘little¹

strength; it would be quite embarrassing if it was a mistake.

“Can I join as well?” At this point, Marla Fiore’s eyes gleamed, revealing her eagerness.

After witnessing the collision of Domain Projection between Jack and ‘Dianna Reilly’ last night, Marla Fiore developed an interest in the exaggerated battle scenes of advanced cultivators.

“Miss Fiore, there might be danger this time, so you better not go,” Jack declined.

With Damon Lopes and himself, one defending and one attacking, they were confident in their ability to protect Mathilda Ward, even if a high-order Seventh Layer expert were to strike. But to add an ordinary person into the mix would complicate things.

Soon, Mathilda Ward changed into a white tracksuit, donned a Duckbill Cap, and put on plain glasses over her nose.

Seeing Jack in a black suit and white shirt, Janice Bland asked curiously, “Mr. Callum, aren’t you going to change your clothes?”

Jack shook his head, “No need. My role is as a bodyguard. Whether I change or not, others can tell who I am by my stance and posture.”

The culture of Cross Mountain Country has some similarities to that of Bird Country, with many legends involving ghosts and demons, so they have a festival called the Ghost King Festival.

As society has evolved and superstitions have been cast aside, the Ghost King Festival in Cross Mountain Country has gradually morphed into a celebration similar to Halloween, held annually.

East Capital also happened to be the city where the first Furious Ape appeared during the Heaven-Earth Mutated event.

That Level 9 Giant Beast broke into the city, causing casualties of hundreds of thousands. It was eventually lured out of the city by fighter aircraft and missiles, and then killed with a large yield nuclear bomb.

The crater from that million-ton nuclear explosion is still outside the city, about twenty kilometers away.

Under the night sky, the southern part of East Capital, near the suburbs, is brightly lit. From a high altitude, one can see countless vehicles and streams of people converging there, bustling with activity.

“Hahaha… catch me if you can.”

“I am the one-horned Ghost King.”

“Mom, I want to eat that Flower Cake.”

“No, you are changing teeth, and you can’t eat something so sweet…”

The street is swarming with people, children playing joyfully, and vendors on both sides selling all kinds of food and playthings, including many ghost masks and toys.

Intending to attract the enemy, Janice Bland and Mathilda Ward were standing at a stall…