The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 665 - 558 Abusing dregs, Norton Francis! [2 more]

There were thirty of them in all.

This team of mercenaries had a rank that placed them at Level A in the Underworld of O Continent.

In Jason Herschel’s opinion, dealing with a little girl who knew some combat techniques was going to be easy.

"First, escort her to the hospital area," Jason added, "then take her directly back to Norton University, and apply a set of those Middle Ages punishments."

This was Hua Country, where they always refrained from making a move.

Suddenly, Jason barked, "Who’s outside?!"

All the mercenaries turned around and simultaneously drew their guns.

A few ’bangs’, and bullets flew.

But in the next second, an anomaly occurred.

Jason couldn’t see who had made a move.

By the time he realized what was happening, all thirty mercenaries had already fallen to the ground.

Both the firearms and the bullets that had been shot were suspended in mid-air.

It was as if an invisible force was holding these weapons, making a buzzing sound.

A few seconds later, they all ’clattered’ to the ground.

Jason’s legs went weak, and he suddenly remembered a passage about Hua Country from the Hershel Family’s books—

Ancient Martial Grandmasters, with hundred-year cultivation, could manifest inner strength externally. Knives and spears couldn’t penetrate them, bullets couldn’t break through their defenses. If encountered, avoid at all costs!

It was less of a record and more of a warning.

Jason’s facial muscles were quivering.

The man walked in slowly, tilting his head and smiling, "What was it you said you were going to do?"

With the cold muzzle of a gun against him, Jason felt all the blood in his body turn cold.

Ancient Martial Grandmaster!

It was indeed an Ancient Martial Grandmaster!

"I’m going to make you disappear from here," Fu Yunshen said as he leaned down slightly, tapping Jason’s face gently with the gun in his hand and chuckling softly, "Effortlessly, so don’t harbor any doubts."

Jason’s cold sweat broke out instantly.

An Ancient Martial Grandmaster didn’t need to bother with him; the entire Hershel Family was no match.

But weren’t ancient martial artists at this level not supposed to leave the Ancient Martial World?!

Jason’s mind was buzzing.

Ying Zijin looked up, "You followed?"

"Yes, you overexerted yourself yesterday." Fu Yunshen raised his hand and gently tapped her forehead, "No need for you to take action."

"I thought I could handle it alone and wouldn’t need to bother you," Ying Zijin said as she slightly lifted her leg and simply kicked at an acupoint on Jason, who immediately fainted.

"How could that be," Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes flickered slightly, and he laughed softly, "I am glad that I can still protect you now."

The growth rate of his family’s little one’s cultivation was truly astonishing.

Ying Zijin nodded and then furrowed her brows.

She raised her hand to straighten his collar, "Your clothes were disordered."

"Came out in a bit of a hurry," Fu Yunshen said taking her hand, "Yaoyao, you still haven’t gotten rid of your compulsiveness."

"It’s even worse with you," Ying Zijin said after finishing the adjustments, looking up, "A hurry?"

"Yeah, the Judicial Hall took into custody a criminal we’ve been after for a while," Fu Yunshen replied indifferently, "I haven’t finished dealing with it yet, so I’ll go back for a while. You can entertain yourself as you wish."

Ying Zijin nodded and kicked Jason, who was tied up like a dumpling, "I shall have some good fun indeed."

**

With this, Jason’s actions in Hua Country could not be hidden anymore.

The news reached Norton University’s headquarters and alarmed several other families.

With Norton away and many watching Norton University, the vice chancellor couldn’t leave the school and could only make contact via phone call, "Are you, are you alright?"

"I’m fine," Ying Zijin replied indifferently, "Convene a full meeting."

The vice chancellor was shocked, "Yes, I will take care of it now."

Soon enough, an online video conference was convened using Norton University’s social software.

All the high-ranking members of Norton University were present, aside from the vice chancellor.

The leaders of the other families were also somewhat surprised to see Jason bound up.

"Jason Herschel," the vice chancellor said, unable to contain his anger, "you have violated the treaty. Have you forgotten the rules set by the chancellor? You are not to harm ordinary people, let alone students."

Jason was still somewhat dazed; he was looking at the projected screen and had no idea how a full meeting was suddenly called.

But upon hearing this, he immediately retorted, "I forgot? You are clearly the one who lied!"

"You said the chancellor just left the school to find alchemical materials, so how come it’s been almost two years and he hasn’t come back? He hasn’t contacted us once," Jason sneered, "You just don’t dare to admit that he, Norton Francis, is already dead!"

All were astonished.

The ultimate secret of Norton University was simply that Norton Francis had lived for centuries, sustained by alchemy.

He enjoyed experimenting on his own body, always sickly and deranged.

Few dared to provoke him.

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"And you, Dekel—" Jason spoke again, his voice cold, "If you weren’t personally designated by Norton, you wouldn’t truly qualify for the position of vice-chancellor."

It was merely good luck that alchemy had transformed his body, and he had always stayed by Norton’s side as one of his trusted confidants.

Not to mention Nick Herschel, the ancestors of the other families were more useful than the vice-chancellor.

The vice-chancellor remained silent, fingers clenched tightly.

This was indeed a fact.

"Dekel can manage the university well, what can you do?" Ying Zijin’s gaze was cold, "If Norton left the university in your hands, forget about being number one in the world, it would have been long gone."

Norton was immersed in alchemy and surgery; the management of the university was all handled by the vice-chancellor.

Jason gritted his teeth, sneered coldly, "You wouldn’t know it wouldn’t work without trying."

No sooner had he spoken than a scream erupted.

A finger was cut off.

The wound was even, with blood continuously seeping out.

In Ying Zijin’s hand spun a short knife, its cold light intimidating.

"Miss Ying, we admit that the Hershel Family did wrong in this matter," a middle-aged man frowned, "but to do this in front of us is simply too much."

"We convened this meeting today to discuss this issue, please do not act on your own before a decision has been made."

"Expect to be ready to meet your end for laying hands on the Hershel Family’s patriarch."

Even if Wen Tinglan was a prodigy heavily cultivated by Norton University, his status wouldn’t surpass those of the native families of Norton University.

Not to mention, Jason Herschel was the patriarch of the Hershel Family, with considerable power.

As one entity, Norton University wouldn’t protect an outsider over their own.

"Too much? How is this too much?" regarding Ying Zijin, the vice-chancellor finally spoke out, very firmly, "Do you know who she is? Let me tell you, even if the president himself were here, he would have to respect her!"

"Without her, do you think there would be a Norton University today?!"

"Dekel, you’re spouting nonsense again." Jason barely caught his breath, his voice rattling in his throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood, "It’s fine; even if I die, the Hershel Family can still control Norton University."

"Beep beep beep—"

At that moment, a sound similar to a phone ring echoed in the ears of everyone participating in the video call.

Ying Zijin naturally heard it too, her gaze pausing, her expression slightly tense.

Someone had joined this video call.

But this was a communication channel exclusively used by Norton University’s upper echelons; how could someone not from Norton University have joined?

"Security Department! Security Department!" an elderly man shouted during the call, "What are your people doing? How did we get attacked again?!"

Jason yelled at the top of his voice, almost a howl, "I’ve said it; Norton is dead, he’s dead!"

"Various forces are getting restless; we must elect a new president to replace him, to stabilize the university!"

The reason he emphasized Norton’s death was to gain support from the other families.

"The problem isn’t with the Security Department..." the vice-chancellor’s eyes widened in disbelief, "This is SS-level access, able to enter the call directly."

Even he was only S+ level.

Jason Herschel and the patriarchs of a few other families were S level.

There were only two spots for SS-level access.

Since Ying Zijin had been away for three hundred years and didn’t want to manage Norton University affairs, that spot remained vacant.

Currently, only one person at Norton University possessed SS-level access, overriding all other levels of authority.

The vice-chancellor stared intently ahead.

On the large screen, all the split windows vanished, leaving only one video frame.

It showed a young man with silver hair, wearing two black diamond stud earrings in his right ear.

His features were handsome, a typical Western face.

His skin was a pale, cold white, and the blue veins at his wrist were clearly visible.

The man sat there, his hands clasped together.

He exuded a sense of sternness and cold severity, a natural leader’s authority.

"I’m dead?" He lifted his head, his lips curling into a cold smile, "Come, my dear Dekel, look at my face and tell him, am I dead?"

The president of Norton University, the genius alchemist lunatic—

Norton Francis!