Chapter 705

Chapter 705

Patrick, who was hiding in the dark, wanted to leave, but suddenly a thin man dressed as a guard

came over. The guard deliberately lowered his head while walking. Patrick could not see his face

clearly in the dim light but felt familiar with his figure.

Patrick paid special attention to the ordinary guard.

The guard walked up to Mary and reported in a low voice, “Madam, the Fifth Madam is fishing with

the Chief.”

“It's that bitch again!” Mary flew into a rage when hearing “Fifth Madam".

In fact, according to the order, Mary had to call the Fifth Madam elder sister. She was the Seventh

Madam and had always been favored by the Chief. Mary was spoiled, so she secretly asked others

to directly call her madam after the First Madam passed away, which the Chief acquiesced in.

At this time, Patrick and Charles, who were in the dark, thought that the Chief even had the spare

time to fish with his concubine when the whole island was in a mess with too many diseases and

natural disasters,

The father of Raphael and Christina was dissolute and dissipated

“Fusco, please send someone to do what we discussed just now. I will be very happy if you find

everything.” Mary sounded distant, and then she added after a pause, “The Chief will be very happy

too.”

With the guards aside, Mary deliberately distanced herself from the Greatest Elder.

Fusco took a step back and said respectfully, “Yes, madam.”

As soon as Mary and her confidant guards walked quickly towards the jungle, Patrick stared at their

hurried figures and finally saw a tall and straight figure faintly over there, who was the Chief of the

island.

Fusco looked up, staring at Mary's beautiful back with mixed feelings. Soon, there was some

embarrassment showing on his ugly face.

What Mary had just said was obviously to ask him to find the three Scepters as soon as possible,

The most important one was the head one in Nagar's hands

Anyway, it was not that easy.

However, Mary had said that she would be very happy to get these three Scepters.

(I want to make her happy.)

Fusco shouted with a gloomy face, “Has there been any progress with those people who broke into

the island?”

The guards, who were also hiding in the dark, immediately appeared and respectfully replied, “Our

guards have followed them. With the sophisticated weapons, they should be Raphael's confidants

instead of ordinary civilians”

“Raphael has been dead. Next time we meet, we should negotiate with them first. If they could hand

over the two Scepters, I can spare them from death and send them safely away from the island. If

they dare to have the desire to monopolize the Scepters, then they will all be destroyed.”

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"Other than that, send someone to look for a young woman who looks like madam. Capture her

alive.”

Fusco's loyal guard nodded heavily. “Yes.”

When they all left, Patrick and the others set out.

“Mr. Hopkins, is this old man trying to get Christina into the Waterfall Cave to snatch the Scepter?”

Gary asked in an angry tone.

Charles snorted angrily. “Christina is not stupid. She won't do things for them. She has never been

obedient.”

Mary went so far as to tell others that Christina was her daughter.

The Chief's family was weird, completely disregarding the life and death of their children, allowing

the women in the harem to torment their descendants. Raphael was at least the eldest son, but no

one was sad when he died.

In comparison, Raphael didn't seem to be that bad. Although he was dead, they respected him

more.

“Mr. Hopkins, that old man just said he wanted to negotiate with us. Give them the Scepters and we

can go back

safely.”

In fact, they had no intention of meddling in the affairs on the island, and their only need was to

leave here.

Patrick did not speak, and Gary knew it well that Fusco, who betrayed his master and secretly

hooked up with his wife, had no credibility.

“Unfortunately, Raphael died.”

As Gary and Charles were sighing, Patrick said slowly, “Have you seen Earl, the black cat?”

Gary and Charles were bemused for a moment. It seemed that Earl did not leave the Great Waterfall

with them, so it was still in the Waterfall Cave.

Charles said dully, “Earl wants to be buried with his master Raphael? What a loyal cat.”

Gary reacted quickly and asked in surprise, “Mr. Hopkins, do you mean Raphael is not dead?”

“Shall we send someone there now?"

Charles interrupted. “Raphael is so despicable and shameless. If he doesn't die, he must have a plan.

We'd better prioritize finding Christina who has two Scepters in her hand. If that old bastard finds

her first and carries a good cause for her crime, he may lynch her, which she can't handle alone.”

Although Charles was not very skillful, he was very close to Christina, and would always think of her

and be her punching bag when necessary. This was why Patrick liked to bring him around.

Christina's whereabouts were still unknown.

Patrick did not agree with the two of them, but he said instead, “Let's take some things from here

first.”

Gary and Charles were confused. “What are the things?”

Patrick looked far into the brightly lit jungle, where a large number of people were standing guard,

all armed, guarding a batch of important supplies.

“Explosives,” Patrick said slowly.

Charles looked shocked. “That's impossible.”

“Mr. Hopkins, it's impossible for the three of us to steal their arsenal.” Gary analyzed it objectively

and rationally.

Patrick smiled slightly. “It was impossible at first, but now we have an important helper.”

Gary and Charles were confused.

They wondered who the helper was

was.

Patrick deliberately didn’t explain too much to hide her identity and said in a confident tone, “Let's

go. She should have been waiting for us there.”

When they sneaked carefully and approached the arsenal, Gary and Charles were surprised that the

guards who had been standing here were transferred away.

It was as if their helper was in sync with them, knowing that they were coming to take away the

explosives.

"Hurry up.” Patrick urged, knowing that time was running out.

They almost emptied the Chief's stock of explosives.

Just as they left in an orderly and rapid manner, standing in the depths of the jungle, Mary's private

guard looked in their direction with a deep gaze and muttered, “Patrick actually recognized me at

the first glance. Don't I look

like a man?”

It was not until they left safely that she regained the stern and humble look of being a guard.

She had known they would meet again, but she didn't expect to be in such a shitty environment.

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