“Reporting to the Cult Leader, there are external enemies invading the manor.” The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and saluted, speaking hoarsely: “I have disturbed the holy presence of the Cult Leader. I deserve a thousand deaths for my crime.”

Logan Brooks remained calm, his tone indifferent.

“Truly impressive. Just yesterday, I praised the two of you for your efficiency.”

Quentin Green instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

Chapter 5: The Vajra Coachman

“This subordinate has failed in his duties and deserves a thousand deaths. I beg the Cult Leader to allow me to atone for my sins and go handle the matter.” Quentin Green knelt on one knee, speaking hoarsely.

Logan Brooks tapped his fingers slowly and unhurriedly on the armrest of his chair.

“Then go take a look.”

With that, he stood up and took the lead out of the room.

His current physical condition was definitely not good.

As the saying goes, a wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall.

But now he couldn’t show any weakness—he had to appear even more forceful.

Quentin Green hurried to catch up.

“Tell me the details.” Logan Brooks asked casually as he walked.

“Reporting to the Cult Leader, a few people arrived at the manor not long ago, claiming they were being hunted by members of our cult who had wiped out their families, so they sought help from Leonard Drake.” Quentin Green replied, “Leonard Drake let them in without showing any emotion, and sure enough, someone came in pursuit. After confirming their identity as fellow cult members, Leonard Drake took action and captured those people.”

Logan Brooks almost twitched at the corner of his mouth.

My subordinates are truly talented… he sighed inwardly.

Leonard Drake had built an excellent reputation in the surrounding thousand-mile area.

It was not surprising that people being hunted would seek refuge with the always righteous and justice-upholding master of Ganlu Manor, Hero Wan.

But wasn’t this just escaping the tiger’s den only to jump into the wolf’s lair?

Judging by how practiced Leonard Drake was, this probably wasn’t the first time someone had come to Ganlu Manor to deliver themselves into his hands.

Logan Brooks could more or less guess Leonard Drake’s routine.

Before making a move, he would first fish for information. If no one outside knew they had come to Ganlu Manor, they would simply disappear without a trace.

If someone did know, Leonard Drake would put on a show of righteous indignation, escort the refugees out of the manor, then make his move, pretending they were attacked by other demonic cult experts and, unable to protect them, let them be taken away.

With other cult experts cooperating in the act, the aftermath would be handled smoothly.

Thus, no one ever suspected the righteous and justice-loving Master Wan.

“This time, is it his turn to step into someone else’s trap?” Logan Brooks asked calmly.

Quentin Green replied with an awkward smile: “The Cult Leader is wise. That’s exactly it. When Leonard Drake turned on them, the other side ambushed from behind like a yellow sparrow, and now both sides are facing off in the front courtyard.

But please rest assured, Cult Leader, Mr. King is there keeping watch. The other side can’t cause any trouble.”

Vajra… Mister…

A gorilla?

Who is this hero now… Logan Brooks complained inwardly.

His expression remained unruffled: “Is there any problem with the cult members who were originally hunting those people?”

“They seem unaware, but whether they are traitors or spies still needs to be investigated.” Quentin Green answered truthfully.

Logan Brooks said noncommittally, “Let’s go take a look.”

They ascended a small bamboo building.

Inside, a tall man was already standing, looking out the window.

When he turned and saw Logan Brooks coming up, he immediately knelt on one knee, his face full of respectful flattery: “Peace to the Cult Leader.”

“Rise.” Logan Brooks walked to the window, looked out, and saw that in the courtyard ahead, people were facing off.

The tall man wore a fawning smile, bringing a chair over to the window as he said, “Please rest assured, Cult Leader. I’ve been watching the whole time—nothing unexpected will happen.”

Logan Brooks glanced at the tall man.

So this was… King?

Thinking this, he sat down in the large chair and looked out the window.

Below the bamboo building, Leonard Drake and others were facing off against another group.

Between the two sides, two people were dueling.

Neither side had launched into an all-out brawl.

Perhaps the other side wanted to surround the entire Ganlu Manor and wait for those sneaking into the back courtyard to attack from both sides, so they weren’t in a hurry.

Logan Brooks watched the two fighting.

He saw them moving as fast as lightning, their figures like phantoms.

With normal eyesight, not only was it impossible to see their moves clearly, even their outlines were hard to make out.

Logan Brooks recalled his earlier experience activating the jade slip, secretly pondering how to mobilize the power and abilities contained in this body.

Following the manual to operate the machine, Logan Brooks practiced slowly, getting the hang of it.

Although this machine was damaged, it still opened Logan Brooks’s eyes.

Suddenly, everything in his field of vision became clear.

The two figures whose moves he couldn’t see before now seemed to slow down.

Very slow, very slow, as if in slow motion.

Logan Brooks could watch and analyze at his leisure.

These two, compared to the cultivation level of this body, were far inferior, which was why he had such a miraculous effect. But there were many people stronger than them… Logan Brooks mused.

According to the basic knowledge introduced in the “Chronicles of Shenzhou,” the martial arts realms of this world, from low to high, had a major threshold every three levels.

The first realm: Body Tempering.