The crowd watched in shock at what they were seeing. They had never imagined that in Europe, someone would dare to strike a Venerable of the Divine Hall—not only dare, but succeed.
The Divine Hall Venerable in his hand was completely unable to resist!
Who exactly was this person!
Chen Fan’s grip was firm. He looked at the struggling figure in his hand and asked, "What, you're angry because I've exposed you?"
"Your Divine Hall's tricks are, as always, unsophisticated."
The Divine Hall Venerable’s voice was weak, his breath shallow. He looked at the grim-faced Chen Fan and stammered, "You, treating, me, like this, aren't you, afraid, of, retaliation, from, our, Divine Hall..."
"You are not the first person to say that."
Chen Fan detested insidious methods the most, and this so-called Divine Hall had repeatedly touched his bottom line.
Chen Fan’s eyes hardened, and he tightened his grip. "Let you die with understanding. I, am the Nine Tails of the Dark Fox."
*Crack.*
As his words fell, a crisp sound of bone breaking echoed. The Divine Hall Venerable in his hand had breathed his last.
Such a scene left everyone in the hall too afraid to even exhale!
Chen Fan withdrew the cold smile from his lips and then nodded to the equally shocked Chris. "My apologies for disturbing your birthday banquet tonight, Mr. Chris. I will take him and leave now."
He swept his gaze coldly over the crowd. "There's no need to blame anyone else for this thing's death. If the Divine Hall wants revenge, send them to the Dark Fox to find me."
With that, he strode out of the hall, carrying the lifeless Divine Hall Venerable.
The entire process was so fast that everyone was caught off guard.
He just left like that?!
It was Luo Sheng who reacted first. He immediately put down his wine glass and chased after them.
After this farcical episode, the cordial atmosphere in the hall vanished.
Chris seemed to have aged several years. He stood in the center of the hall and nodded to everyone. "I am not feeling well. I will retire to rest. Please make yourselves at home."
He then turned and left without hesitation, holding the sandalwood box in his hand.
Everyone assumed he was embarrassed because Chen Fan had killed a Divine Hall Venerable at his birthday party. Only Butler Mars saw clearly: Mr. Chris’s hand was gripping the sandalwood box so tightly that his fingertips were turning white.
"Gentlemen!"
Luo Sheng had just caught up with Chen Fan when someone blocked their path.
It was Butler Mars.
Luo Sheng looked at him warily, his tone unfriendly. "Chris doesn't want us to leave?"
"Is he planning to hand us over to the Divine Hall to beg for forgiveness?!"
Butler Mars bowed his head to the two of them. "Sect Master Luo, you misunderstand. It is just that Chris has something he wishes to discuss with you both. Would you be so kind as to accompany me?"
Luo Sheng was about to speak again when Chen Fan, standing beside him, reached out and stopped him.
Chen Fan nodded to Butler Mars. "Please lead the way."
Butler Mars led them directly to the main building behind, which was clearly not a place for entertaining guests. Compared to the lively and noisy banquet hall, it was much more tranquil.
Butler Mars escorted the two of them to the study and then gently knocked on the door. "Mr. Chris."
"Come in."
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow. The voice sounded as if he had suffered a great blow.
As Butler Mars pushed the door open, Chen Fan saw Chris sitting behind the desk.
Indeed, he looked much more dispirited than when Chen Fan had last seen him.
While Chen Fan was observing him, Chris gestured to the seats in front of him and said, "Sit down."
Compared to Luo Sheng's cautious demeanor, Chen Fan appeared much more calm and composed.
He leaned back leisurely in his seat, his gaze fixed on Chris, waiting for him to speak.
For Chris to risk being discovered by the Divine Hall and invite the killer of a Venerable back to Mars Mansion, it was clear that this was no ordinary matter.
"Mr. Chen, how did you discern that the Omamori was problematic?"
He believed his claim?
This surprised Chen Fan somewhat. It seemed the rift between the Five Great Families and the Divine Hall was far greater than he had imagined.
"I can see things that others cannot."
"When you took out that Omamori earlier, I saw a black aura swirling around it."
Because of the Dragon Rune Compass, Chen Fan did indeed possess the ability to discern good and bad fortune.
Chris’s eyebrows furrowed further after hearing his explanation. He hesitated for a long time, then took a deep breath and stood up from his seat. "There is an item that I would like to ask Mr. Chen to examine for me."
Saying this, he walked directly to the floor-to-ceiling bookcase.
He touched something unknown, and the next moment, a sophisticated compass appeared out of thin air. Chris entered a password on it, and the ancient-looking bookshelf suddenly moved to the sides, revealing a safe within.
What could be hidden so discreetly?
Chris took out a jade hairpin from inside. It was lustrous and made entirely of jade, clearly not an ordinary item.
Chris tightened his grip on the jade hairpin and then, with a solemn expression, handed it to Chen Fan. "You, can you sense a similar aura from it?"
Chen Fan took the jade hairpin, placed it in his hand, and began to sense its energy.
After a few seconds, he shook his head. "There is nothing unusual."
His words made Chris breathe a sigh of relief, but—
"This jade hairpin stores a vast spiritual energy, seemingly, inherited from your lineage?" Chen Fan frowned and handed the hairpin back. "Is it something left to you by your ancestors?"
*Thump!*
It was as if all the strength had drained from Chris's body. He stumbled and collapsed back into his seat.
His face was as pale as paper, and for a long time, he could not utter a word.