Chapter 1011: Chapter 981: Undercurrents from All Sides, Grudges and Hatreds

The palace of the Third Prince of Country A.

The Third Prince is young, in his twenties, perhaps due to the connections between Country A and Hua Country, he has an East Asian face. However, because his grandmother was European, unlike the typical black, brown, or gray eyes of Country A people, the Third Prince’s eyes are amber.

Like gemstones, they are bright and clear, yet so hollow without a trace of emotion, cold and deep, unsettling the heart.

He looks at the Chief Steward below, who is bending his body, with sunset-illuminated eyes full of interest.

"Oh? You say someone has sent me a few people?"

The Chief Steward bowed respectfully, "Yes, Your Highness."

The Third Prince was very curious, "What kind of people were sent?"

The Chief Steward did not speak, but simply stepped forward respectfully and handed over the list in his hand. The Third Prince glanced at it, the interest in his eyes deepening, "The Martin family?"

The Martin family is also one of the nobility in Country A. Because the family has somewhat declined, even though they are related by marriage to the Claire Family, they conduct themselves very low-key.

Even if he wanted to act against them, he never managed to catch any wrongdoing.

"What else did that person say?"

The Chief Steward lowered his head, "The people sent said you’d be interested, and that you needn’t thank him too much."

After saying that, he also handed over a document with both hands to the Third Prince.

Upon hearing the last sentence, the Third Prince slightly furrowed his brows, his eyes growing a bit cold. Yet, when he saw what was in his hands, the corners of his mouth curved inexplicably.

Well played, Austin Claire.

Well played, Martin family!

He raised his eyes and smiled, "What about that group of mercenaries?"

The Chief Steward looked puzzled and shook his head, "There are no mercenaries, only people from the Martin family."

The Third Prince didn’t mind, squinted slightly, and patted the document on the table, smiling, "Go invite Earl Onestin, tell him I want to have a drink with him."

"..." The Chief Steward shuddered.

Looking at the smile on the Third Prince’s face, he felt the so-called drinking wasn’t meant literally.

Meanwhile.

The castle of Earl Claire.

"You say RSIS intercepted your shipment?"

Austin Claire, a third-class earl of Country A, nephew of Duke Claire, is one of the most promising candidates to inherit the title of first-class duke and the father of Ella Claire.

Compared to the Third Prince’s East Asian face, Austin Claire’s features are more mixed-race, with a high nose, deep-set eyes, and deep brown eyes. He was tall, robust and sturdy, making him look younger than his fifty-something years.

The Housekeeper lowered his eyes, daring not to look up, "Yes, my lord."

He also mentioned the mercenaries were sent to ICPO but dared not mention Josie Martin.

Though he felt Miss had nothing to do with the matter, what if the earl thought otherwise?

"It’s that RSIS again, how many of our plans have they thwarted in the past two years? If we don’t teach them a lesson, they’ll really think we’re easy targets. My brother, I want to send people to take those goods back; even if they’re in the underground auction, so what? They must spit it out!" Ethan Martin spoke gloomily to the side.

Ethan Martin, the youngest son of the Martin family, father of Josie Martin, and Austin’s brother-in-law.

Austin was pondering the situation. Hearing Ethan’s words, he looked up, "Send people to take it back?"

Does he even understand what he’s saying?

But Ethan didn’t feel he had said anything earth-shattering, lifting his head a bit, "That’s right, RSIS is just a spy organization, and as for the underground auction, can they really contend with Country A’s guard regiment or the elites from the training camp?"

Austin found himself uncharacteristically silent and only after a while did he speak, "Do you know what RSIS and the underground auction represent? Even the M Country doesn’t want to confront them."

The strength of M Country is formidable, with the mafia, Aryan, Las Vegas, and many other powers concentrated there.

Once a governor wanted to swallow up the forces of 315 Avenue to expand his state’s borders, collaborating with the mafia and the border patrol to encircle 315, and everyone thought 315 Avenue would fall into that governor’s hands.

No one expected RSIS to break all their layouts, and the underground auction, along with the slum and Las Vegas, wiped out all the participating mercenaries, the mafia, as well as the patrol.

That governor was also beheaded at the border.

Even the next two governors who took office consecutively were beheaded together, serving as a warning and demonstration to M Country and other nations.

Rumor has it that a mysterious arms dealer continuously supplies 315 Avenue with weapons, which are more advanced than what’s available on the market.

Some speculate it’s the Jews, some speculate it’s figures from M Country who can’t be openly mentioned, and some speculate it’s some weapons manufacturer from O Continent.

In any case, after this incident, 315 Avenue truly gained international fame, and the four major forces in that place became entities that no one dares provoke.

Ethan wore a blank expression; he naturally knew about the 315 Avenue incident, but wasn’t it all just legend? Wasn’t it all vastly exaggerated by those people?

The vast castle was quiet, and at this moment, the castle steward hurriedly ran in from outside, his voice urgent—

"My lord, His Highness the Third Prince requests your presence."

Austin’s gaze paused, "What’s the Third Prince inviting me for?"

The steward said, "The Chief Steward said that His Highness invites you for a drink."

Austin squinted slightly, "Are the people who came from the Chief Steward of the Third Prince?"

"Yes."

Austin’s expression became serious; the Third Prince was the next heir of the Royal Family, and his Chief Steward, who wielded command over three hundred soldiers and held military rank, was a ninth-class servant.

He listens only to the Third Prince’s command, rarely appearing in public, as message-transmitting was generally done by stewards or day-to-day affairs managers.

Why would the Chief Steward personally come this time?

Austin couldn’t figure it out, his gaze shifted, and he saw the Housekeeper bowing and Ethan’s evasive eyes.

His eyes sharpened, "Is there something you haven’t told me?"

The Housekeeper glanced at his master, then finally spoke, "RSIS delivered the Martin family to the Third Prince."

Austin’s face darkened.

This kind of important matter, they didn’t report to him first?

–

On the other side, Hua Country.

Fu Qiyuan sat in his office chair with the computer on the table, connected to a video.

In the video is a man with a mixed-race face, a scar at the end of his eyebrow, looking quite tough to deal with.

"Boss." Seeing Fu Qiyuan, the man in the video quickly lowered his head, his tone very respectful.

Fu Qiyuan’s gaze was indifferent, his voice deep, "What happened on 315 Avenue?"

Nothing major usually happens without someone from that side contacting him.

He has a special identity, with plenty of people investigating him, and many matters can’t be easily managed, so he retreated behind the scenes very early, remaining virtually invisible.

"Las Vegas snatched a deal from us a few days ago, but it seems they’ve been in chaos themselves lately..."

They usually don’t interact with Las Vegas, and snatching deals is just part of the norm.