Chapter 1823

A tall, imposing man in black, with a cold, stern face, abruptly interrupted. Zachary's expression turned serious. “Captain,” he said, “this man is Henry, also from the Fischer family. He’s their top representative at this headquarters.”

Andrew acknowledged with a sound and coolly remarked, “His physical techniques should be very solid.”

Zachary smiled bitterly. “Henry is the Fischer family’s most domineering and fierce member. Even more terrifying, he’s reached the pinnacle of martial arts. Rumor has it he once challenged Jerome, seeking to replace him.”

“But he lost to Jerome by the narrowest of margins five years ago. Now, Henry’s likely improved significantly and could challenge Jerome’s leadership.”

At that moment, Jerome, seated at the front, calmly asked, “Henry, what do you need?”

Henry stood arms crossed, his face impassive. “Nothing much. I wouldn't dare cause a fuss. I merely wanted to inquire about your condition.”

Jerome’s tone was flat. “I’m in perfect health. No need to worry.”

Alex Wallace, the older man beside him, snapped sharply, “What’s that supposed to mean, Henry? Are you hoping Mr. Thornton’s demise is imminent?”

Henry remained composed. “I didn’t say that. I wouldn't dare. But his well-being is all that matters.”

Alex’s face reddened with fury. “You little punk! Anyone listening would think you’re plotting treason! Mr. Thornton has held the Southern Martial Union across Holtrien steady for years. I know some are secretly dissatisfied. That’s fine. If you have a problem, say it!”

No one spoke. Silence fell.

Scarlett’s hoarse laughter broke the quiet. “Mr. Wallace, why so worked up? Mr. Fischer merely asked what everyone else was wondering. Didn’t Mr. Thornton just survive an assassination attempt?”

“Those Eastonian bastards don’t play fair. They’re shameless! We were worried Mr. Thornton was more hurt than he let on.”

Jerome raised his hand, regaining everyone’s attention. After a pause, he said, “It’s true I was injured during my match with the Eastonian master, Alvaro Henderson.”

“But they were minor wounds. As for the subsequent poisoning… let’s just say it’s under investigation. We can’t definitively say it was the Eastonians.”

Alex, impulsive as ever, couldn’t contain himself. His face flushed again. “Mr. Thornton, the truth is obvious! Those sore-loser Eastonian swine! That old bastard Alvaro couldn’t accept defeat and sought revenge.”

“Otherwise, why would we find a rare and deadly poison like Braundville’s Frostblossoms at the banquet?”

However, he abruptly stopped. Jerome had given him a cold, warning glare.

Zachary leaned closer and whispered, “Captain, what’s Braundville’s Frostblossom?”

Chapter 1823

Andrew replied calmly, “It’s a natural poison used by ancient Eastonian warriors, ideal for assassinations and sneak attacks. A single drop could kill an elephant.”

Zachary cursed. “Those Eastonian cowards! They’re despicable. Good thing Mr. Thornton’s cultivation is strong enough to survive!”

Andrew shook his head silently. Jerome certainly didn’t look unaffected, though few could tell.

From then on, no one dared interrupt. The inner disciple selection examination officially began.

Watching the contestants prepare, Andrew turned to Zachary. “You’ve taken the second pill, right?”

Zachary replied, “Not yet. I wanted to wait until it started.”

Andrew shook his head. “Don’t wait. Take it now. Displaying a seventh-grade Divine Pill will draw attention. Take it quietly. The medicinal power is far beyond your expectations. Taking it early won’t hinder, only boost your performance.”

Zachary’s face lit up with excitement. “Got it, Captain!”

After swallowing the pill, Zachary felt an immediate surge of energy. He confidently joined the hopefuls lined up for the trial.

At the front, Calvin leaned down and patted his illegitimate son, Terry Peck, on the head. “Terry, go on now.”