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Chapter 1802 The Ancient Family's 'Stand' (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Outside the Ellison family estate
"I can't get through to Medara on the phone."

A burly, rugged man sat in a corner café, holding a coffee cup, gazing at the bright lights, the passersby, and the dim sky outside, his brow slightly furrowed.

“Bart,” a thin man with a somewhat shrill voice sat across the table, looking at the burly man in front of him, “are we really going to betray our little sister? Our current status in the family, the power we have now, were all protected by our little sister.”

"You were most enthusiastic when you were mocking her before, calling her a slut," the burly man glanced at the thin man, "but now that it's time to fight, you're all acting coy and calling her 'little sister'?"

"Mockery aside, although she did treat us brothers badly and was often arrogant and hateful," the thin man said slowly, "she has ultimately not wronged us. Now that we are going to betray her, isn't that a bit unfair?"

"What? You don't want to advance further in the family?" the burly man said coldly.

“Of course I want to. Those family members have looked down on us for so long. Every night I think about how I’ll get rich and bully them back, to show them that things are different now,” the thin man said without hesitation. But he hesitated for a moment and then said, “But if I have to sell my little sister for this position, wouldn’t that be a bit unfair?”

He looked at the burly man and said, “Our parents passed away early, leaving the three of us siblings to depend on each other. Although my younger sister has a bad temper and a bad attitude, she is still our blood relative. Moreover, if we trade my younger sister for status, the family will look down on us. And will Uncle Mette really promote us because of this?”

“In this world, strength and status always speak for themselves,” the burly man sneered. “As long as we have absolute strength and status, no matter how much dissatisfaction they have, they can only keep it to themselves.”

The thin man looked at the rugged man and remained silent for a moment.

"Alright, stop lecturing like an older brother," the burly man sneered and continued, "Where was this 'sense of justice' when you were on a woman's belly or mocking Medara behind her back?"
"As for whether Uncle Mette will give us an important position because of this, since he entrusted us with this task, he will definitely pay us. Otherwise, who will work for him in the future?"

He stood up, his voice gradually turning cold, tinged with a sharp, mocking laugh, "If you really don't want to cooperate with me, you'd better get as far away as possible and don't leak this information to Medara, or I'll send you to your death."

"Bate! Your foot injury has just been repaired. Even with nanobots stitching it up, you can't engage in strenuous exercise!" The thin man also stood up abruptly.

But by then, the burly man had already abandoned him and headed towards the exit of the coffee shop.

He quickly chased after him, following him out of the coffee shop.

Just then, he suddenly realized that the surrounding streets had been covered by a thick, dark fog.

He raised his head and looked around, his gaze somewhat lost.

The burly man ahead paused after rushing into the mist, then looked up at the surrounding fog.

Pedestrians walking along the street looked up in confusion at the surrounding fog.

ga-

Just then, a bird fell from the sky and crashed to the ground, landing right in front of the burly man.

The burly man was slightly taken aback when he saw the bird.

Then, he saw the dark mist envelop the bird's flesh and blood, clinging to it as if sucking it dry.

In the blink of an eye, the bird's body shrank at a visible speed, its flesh and blood disappearing rapidly as if sucked up by an invisible straw.

"Dad! What's wrong with you!"

Among the pedestrians walking on the road, an elderly man dressed in simple, plain clothes suddenly stopped and fell backward, seemingly unconscious. His daughter, who was beside him, quickly reached out to support him.

The people around saw this and wanted to help, but their movements were slightly slow.

The burly man looked at the surrounding mist, which was indistinct, and felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

"Run! This is the power of the evil god's sacrifice!" At that moment, the thin man running behind suddenly realized something and shouted, "Run! Back to the family castle!"

His shout startled the burly man, who instinctively looked up at the scene behind the greenery in front of him.

A faint, shimmering light was flashing intensely deep within the dark fog, behind the fog itself.

That's the power of the family!
Upon seeing the light, hope suddenly gleamed in the rugged man's eyes. He leaped forward, rushed towards the lawn in front of him, and then jumped over it without hesitation.

The patrolling combat drone spotted him instantly, and a sharp mechanical voice rang out, "Warning, you have entered an advanced area. Warning, you have entered an advanced area. Please stop immediately for inspection, or you will be subject to fire control."

The burly man looked up and glanced around. Through the dark fog, he could vaguely see the beautiful flowers that appeared and disappeared among the clouds.

This area happens to be the private garden of senior family members, used to cultivate some rare flowers, which is not something that an 'ordinary member' like him is allowed to enter.

Upon hearing the warning from the drone, he instinctively wanted to stop it.

But feeling the approaching darkness and fog around him, he gritted his teeth and continued charging forward.

"Warning! Cease operations! If operations continue, fire control will be activated."

"Warning! Cease operations! If operations continue, fire control will be activated."

"Three warnings completed, fire control initiation!"

A series of blazing rays of light suddenly pierced through the black mist and rushed toward the burly man's back—these were sharp bullets.

Whether it was the dark fog that interfered with the drone's camera and radar or not, the bullets were inaccurate, giving the burly man a chance to escape.

Even so, the bullets exploding behind him sounded like death knells tolling behind the rugged man.

If he had been even slightly slower, he would have been killed instantly by those bullets.

At this moment, he displayed a speed far exceeding his physical capabilities, swiftly crossing the flowerbed as if he were on a federal competition field.

The bright light ahead grew stronger and stronger, and the towering castle came into full view before the rugged man.

Bright lights illuminated the castle, completely dispelling the surrounding darkness and fog, revealing a blank area.

The light was so bright, it seemed to be the light in the castle, yet it seemed to far surpass the normal lighting in the castle.

At this moment, at the castle's front gate, some people who appeared to be gardeners were kneeling on the ground, seemingly praying for something. Their bodies were shrouded in black mist, and they were blocked from the light by robots and armed personnel.

The gardeners seemed to be pleading with these 'guardians' to let them into the castle.

As the burly man rapidly approached, the robots and armed personnel raised their Gauss rifles and aimed them at him.

The burly man looked up and saw the figure standing in the middle of the main entrance; it was Mette, who had just become the acting director of the intelligence agency.

He immediately cried out, "Uncle Mette! I'm a family member! I'm not an outsider! Help me!"

The robots and armed men seemed not to hear him, still pointing their guns at him and with their hands on the triggers.

He shouted again, "Uncle Mette! It's me! It's me!"

This time, the man standing at the main entrance seemed to hear his voice, and looked up at him.

Then, after a slight pause, Mette raised her hand, and the surrounding robots and armed personnel lowered their guns.

The burly man breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, the drone that was chasing him seemed to receive some kind of instruction, stopped, and disappeared into the dark fog.

The burly man breathed a heavy sigh of relief. In the blink of an eye, he had passed by the pleading gardeners and arrived at the gate.

Just then, the surrounding black mist suddenly thickened, like surging tides, and rushed towards the burly man.

Behind the burly man, the gardener kneeling on the ground was swept by the tide, his entire body suddenly stiffened, as if his soul had been ripped away, and he collapsed to the ground.

Upon seeing this, the burly man's body tensed up suddenly, his muscles bulged, and he increased his speed even further.

But at that moment, his calf suddenly stopped, and his calf was already soaked in blood.

That was the injury he sustained this morning when the hall collapsed. Even though it was briefly stitched up, the wound was torn open again due to the intense activity.

In the midst of extreme tension and the surge of adrenaline, he naturally ignored this fact and forced himself to run.

But clearly, at this moment, even adrenaline has reached its limit.

He looked at the castle bathed in light ahead, then his entire body fell forward, and intense darkness descended upon him from behind.

Snapped--

Just then, a hand grabbed his palm and pulled him into the radiance.

The dark mist crashed into the castle's radiant barrier, as if it had struck an invisible wall, paused slightly, and then receded.

The burly man rolled into the radiance, panting heavily. He looked up at the source of the hand, which was Mette.

"Thank you, Uncle Mette!" he laughed loudly.

Outside, in the pitch-black fog, gardeners lay collapsed in the mist, and then the fog began to recede.

"Bart!" At that moment, a shout came from the dim, dark mist, and a slender figure appeared in the depths of the mist.

"Oh, is that your brother?" Mette looked up at the silhouette. "He actually knew how to avoid this misty tide, quite clever. He seemed to be calling you?"

He turned to look at the burly man, paused, and then smiled, "Did you two have a fight? I heard you two seem to have some disagreements?"

Upon hearing this, the burly man was about to nod when he suddenly froze.

He looked up at Mette in front of him, and all he saw was Mette's gentle and 'kind' smile.

The burly man froze for a moment, then without hesitation, he rushed toward the armed man beside him and snatched the Gauss rifle from his hand.

"Bart!" The shout rang out again in the mist, and the thin figure gradually emerged from the mist, revealing the appearance of a thin man.

In that instant, the burly man suddenly pulled the trigger.

boom--

He missed with his first shot, but did not hesitate to fire a second one.

puff--

The second shot hit him directly in the chest. The thin man, whose figure was now fully revealed, raised his head, stared blankly at him, his whole body stiffened, and then slowly fell backward.

The burly man was about to fire a third shot when a hand reached out and grabbed his Gauss rifle—it was Mette.

He looked at the burly man with some concern. "Bart, something's not right. That looks like your brother?"

“Okay, it seems so.” The burly man shakily lowered his gun, staring at the figure that had fallen into the black mist. “The mist was too thick, I couldn’t see clearly. I thought it was some dangerous element who was trying to break into the castle.”

“Really?” Mette turned her head and glanced at the mist behind her. “Then maybe I’m seeing things? Your brother is a lucky man, he should be fine.”

"Yes, yes." The burly man nodded, swayed slightly, leaned back a little, and released the Gauss rifle from his hand.

Mette casually tossed the Gauss rifle he had grabbed back to the armed man beside him. He looked at the burly man and said, "Come on, let's go in. Maybe your brother will come out when the fog clears."

“Okay, okay,” the burly man nodded slightly. He turned his head, glanced at the darkness behind him again, took a deep breath, and looked at Mette beside him. “Uncle Mette, I just sent a message to my little sister and asked her to come back as soon as possible.”

“Now?” Mette paused slightly, glancing back at the fog behind him. “The fog outside looks dangerous.”

“I’ll ‘remind’ her to be careful,” the burly man chuckled, looking up at the scattered radiance that was keeping the black mist at bay. “This radiance is amazing; it completely shuts out that eerie black mist.”

“That’s an angelic item belonging to our Ellison family,” Mette laughed. “Of course it’s amazing.”

"An angel-level item?" The burly man was slightly taken aback.

“You don’t understand now, but that’s alright. You’ll understand later. This is the foundation that has made us an ancient family.” Mette smiled and led the burly man through the door.

“Okay, okay,” the burly man nodded quickly, realizing that this seemed to be some kind of 'confidential information,' and asked in a low voice with pride, “Can our family's items dispel the black mist?”

“It’s possible,” Mette said casually, pausing slightly as he turned to look at the gardener’s figure, swallowed by the dark mist outside the door, and chuckled, “but what’s the point?”

Having said that, he turned around, ignoring the burly man, and walked into the depths of the castle.