Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, Kurt could only grit his teeth and hiss in a low voice:

"No matter what, if you disturb Ms. Sarah's rest, you will definitely not have a good ending!"

Is this the result you wanted?!

Xilun kept his head down calmly, unmoved.

Yuri, standing to the side, calmly closed his eyes to rest, seemingly ignoring Kurt's threat completely.

This left Kurt feeling very confused and uneasy. Why were these two people so persistent?

Regardless of what shady dealings Mr. Balker did behind the scenes, he was, after all, a senior executive at the ocean terminal.

Even if these two people really cried and complained to Director Sarah, what could they change?

Would the high and mighty Ms. Sarah really reprimand her hardworking manager in public for the sake of two outsiders?

But seeing Siron's confident expression, Kurt's unease grew stronger.

He hesitated for a moment, then took two steps back and beckoned to a servant at the corner of the corridor.

"Go and inform Mr. Balk immediately."

Kurt lowered his voice and gave a hurried order: "Tell them that Siren and Yuri from the Brotherhood are blocking the door to Director Sarah's house right now."

They planned to wait for Director Sarah to wake up and have her intervene to seek justice for them. "Let the adults think of a solution quickly!"

The servant obeyed and hurriedly ran down the stairs.

After winding their way through several hidden passages, the servants finally arrived at a detached two-story villa deep inside the dock.

The heating in the room was on full blast.

Balk was lying sprawled out on the large velvet sofa, yawning.

Before him, two scantily clad, curvaceous women were swaying their hips and performing a erotic dance to the music from a gramophone.

Seeing the servant hurriedly push the door open and enter, Balk frowned unhappily and shoved away the woman who came over to pour him wine.

"What is it? Why are you in such a panic? Speak up!" Balk grumbled.

The attendant swallowed hard and hurriedly reported:

"Sir, it's... those two from the Brotherhood, Siren and Yuri."

They've run to Sarah's room and refuse to leave.

They said they planned to wait for Director Sarah to wake up so she could get justice for them!

Upon hearing this, Balk was taken aback at first, then burst into wild laughter as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Hahahaha! Upholding justice? Trying to intimidate me with the board of directors?"

Balk laughed until tears streamed down his face. He pointed to the door and hurled insults at them with utter sarcasm:

"This Yuri must be out of his mind!"

Not to mention that Director Sarah rarely sees guests, let alone lowly scum like them.

Even if we were lucky enough to meet, what difference would it make?

Would the board really punish someone like me, a member of the dock's own family, for a few words from two outsiders?

He sneered, lay back down on the sofa, and waved his hand:

"Ignore them, let them squat at the door like dogs if they want! Keep jumping!"

The music started again, and Balk closed his one eye. After a while, he actually fell asleep comfortably, accompanied by the scent of a woman's perfume.

Outside Sarah's office, her deputy, Kurt, paced back and forth, lost in thought.

He simply couldn't understand where these two people's confidence came from.

He couldn't help but stop and keep glancing at Xilen, who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, seemingly resting.

This young man... Xiren.

Kurt kept replaying the name in his mind.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him.

He suddenly remembered a sensational news story he had seen in the Saint Laurent Evening News a few days ago.

The news reported that an ordinary citizen named Celen upset the favorites in the Pioneer Cup final.

He was then invited to the Ocelli family estate.

As a result, Ross, the eldest son of the Ocelli family, was so grief-stricken by the fact that Celen had killed his brother Robert in the ring that he accidentally injured Celen.

Then came the climax.

In an attempt to protect his own, the newly promoted senior knight Lund immediately attacked and severely injured the young master Ross.

An extremely terrifying standoff erupted between the two sides.

In the end, surrounded by three high-ranking knights, Lund led Siren away unscathed, and the Ocheri family didn't even dare to utter a sound.

Kurt kept recalling the details from the news, then looked at the frighteningly composed young man in front of him.

"Sir Lund... Knight Lund..."

Kurt gasped.

Could this young man before me be the personal disciple of Lord Lund, who dared to cause trouble in an old baronial family?!

The reason Kurt was so impressed by the name Lund was because he knew very well that his company's director, Sarah, was very familiar with Lund.

A few years ago, Director Sarah personally guided Lord Lund's spiritual practice, and the two can be said to have a teacher-student and friend relationship!

Upon realizing this, Kurt felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out all over his body.

If this Siron is truly Lund's disciple, then his visit to Director Sarah is definitely not a "complaint from an outsider," but rather a "visit by a junior"!

Given Sarah's high regard for Lund, Lord Balk will be in deep trouble once he learns the truth!

Just as Kurt's legs went weak and he was about to rush in and forcibly drag the two away,

"Squeak—"

A soft, teeth-grinding sound.

The tightly closed mahogany door slowly opened from the inside.

……

As the mahogany door opened, an atmosphere mixed with a faint scent of violet incense and an indescribable sense of oppression swept through the corridor like a gentle breeze.

A mature woman in a burgundy silk dress yawned, carrying a pair of exquisite high heels, and emerged from the shadows with her bare, white feet.

Her hair was casually pulled back, with a few strands falling lazily over her full breasts.

Time seems to have left few marks on her face; instead, it has endowed her with a fatal charm like a ripe peach.

However, deep within her seemingly sleepy eyes lies a chilling depth and power.

This is Sarah, one of the top executives at the ocean terminal.

"When I woke up from my nap, why were there so many people outside?"

Sarah stretched lazily, her graceful curves fully revealed beneath her form-fitting silk dress.

She didn't even glance at Xiren and Yuri, but instead focused her gaze on her stiff-bodied deputy.

"Kurt, what's going on?"

Didn't I tell you not to let anyone near here during your afternoon nap?

Her voice sounded soft and gentle, but it struck Kurt like a thunderbolt.

Cold sweat poured down Kurt's forehead like a waterfall. He opened his mouth, about to stammer an explanation.

Just then, Xiren and Yuri, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa, stood up at the same time.

Xilun stepped forward, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly, performing an extremely standard and impeccable junior's greeting.

"Your Excellency Sarah, please forgive my rudeness and impoliteness."

Xilun's voice was steady and powerful, neither humble nor arrogant, "I am passing through this place and have come on behalf of my mentor to visit you and extend my sincerest greetings and blessings to you."

Sarah paused slightly, holding her high heels. She turned her head, and a flicker of emotion finally crossed her languid eyes.

She looked the young man before her up and down, his energy restrained yet sharp as a drawn blade, and a smile of interest appeared on her lips.

"On behalf of your teacher?" Sarah turned and walked back into the house, saying casually, "Come in and talk."

Xiren and Yuri exchanged a glance and followed Sarah into the room.

Kurt stood outside the door like a quail that had done something wrong, trembling with fear, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The room was furnished in an extremely luxurious and comfortable manner, with thick Persian carpets that were soft and silent underfoot.

Sarah walked to a large velvet armchair and sat down, her large, full buttocks sinking deep into the soft seat as she found the most comfortable position to lean back in.

She casually tossed her high heels onto the carpet, rested her chin on her hand, and looked at Xilen with a languid gaze:

"So, little one, who is your teacher?"

Xilun bowed slightly again, answering respectfully:

"Your Excellency, my teacher is Sir Lund."

"Lund..."

Upon hearing the name, Sarah was taken aback at first, then a look of nostalgia appeared in her eyes.

She sighed softly, seemingly lost in some distant memory.

"This name brings back quite a few memories."

Sarah murmured softly, "That fair-skinned young man with a stubborn temper, back then, has now successfully challenged the advanced knight fighting competition and become a respected advanced knight."

Time really flies.

She nodded slightly, her tone filled with undisguised praise and affirmation:

"I remember this young man. He was an extremely pure martial artist and a friend worth getting to know deeply."

A few days ago, he even wrote to me specifically to tell me that he had recently taken on a new disciple with whom he got along extremely well.

Sarah finished reminiscing and her gaze returned to Siren, her eyes softening considerably.

"Your name is Xilun, right?"

She smiled and asked, "I remember Lund mentioned this name in his letter."

The way you bowed just now, and the fierce determination you showed in pushing your blood pressure to the limit, are quite similar to your teacher's.

He has good taste.

"Thank you for your kind words. It is my honor to become your disciple."

Siron responded calmly.

Sarah nodded in satisfaction and pointed to the seat next to her:

"Since he is Lund's disciple, he is one of us."

Sit down, don't be shy.

Since you've come to visit, why don't you stay for a meal? You're a guest from afar, and I'm also very curious about your teacher's current situation.

"And when you go back, please pass on a message for me: tell that heartless bastard Lund to find some time to come and see me in person."

Xilun did not sit down, but bowed slightly and said:

"Yes, sir."

I will certainly deliver your message and obey your commands.

After a pause, Xilun changed the subject:

"However, there's no need for a meal."

The reason I came to the ocean terminal is that I have something very urgent to take care of.

"Oh?" Sarah raised an eyebrow. "What's the rush? Tell me."

Since you address me as "Sir," please feel free to speak with me if you have any needs.

It's quite convenient for me to get things done here.

Xiren took a deep breath and began to recount the whole story:

"Thank you, Your Excellency Sarah. Here's the thing: I have a very important friend named Finn."

He had previously signed a ten-year contract with a deep-sea dock to make a living, becoming a low-level whaler.

Xiren glanced at Yuri beside him and continued:

"Lord Yuri has already negotiated and agreed with Mr. Balk of your port to get my friend Finn out of this long-term contract through a deal."

I hope he can find a safe and stable job.

However, when we arrived at the agreed time today, Mr. Balk repeatedly made excuses and avoided seeing us.

Xilun's eyes turned cold and sharp:

"To this day, I have not seen my friend, nor have I been able to contact Mr. Balk."

His deputy, Kurt, also tried to conceal the truth from him.

I was very worried about my friend's safety, which is why I took the liberty of disturbing you.

After listening to Xilen's account, Sarah's languid smile gradually faded.

She glanced at Kurt, who was sweating profusely outside the door, a chilling glint flashing in her eyes.

"It's simple." Sarah's voice remained calm, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

She gave the order to the person outside the door:

"Kurt, go and tell Balk to get over here to see me right now."

After giving her instructions, Sarah turned to Siron and gave him another gentle smile.

"Sit down for a while, little one."

"No one can touch Lund's people on my turf."

Upon hearing this order, Kurt, the deputy outside the door, was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

His face was ashen, and he stammered a "Yes," before scrambling and crawling down the corridor.

At this moment, Kurt's heart was filled with immense regret and fear.

He never expected that Sarah, the director who was usually aloof and never concerned with the specific affairs of the dock, would actually stand up for two members of the Brotherhood!

Moreover, judging from this demeanor, Director Sarah was clearly genuinely furious.

This time, Balk really kicked a super thorny iron plate!

Kurt's legs trembled, and he felt as if he were walking to the execution ground.

He stumbled and staggered across most of the dock before finally arriving at the small villa where Balque had rested.

Pushing open the door, the gramophone in the room was still playing decadent music, and two dancers were sitting and resting beside it.

Balk was lying on the sofa, fast asleep, even snoring loudly.

Kurt rushed forward and anxiously shook Balk's broad body: "My lord! My lord! Wake up!"

Balk was very impatient as his dream was interrupted.

He closed his eyes and shoved Kurt away hard, as if swatting away a fly.

"Get away from me! Leave me alone!"

Kurt stumbled as he was pushed, but ignoring the pain, he gritted his teeth, rushed forward, grabbed Balk by the collar, and pulled him up forcefully.

"My lord! Something terrible has happened!"

This completely woke Balk up.

He suddenly opened his single eye, his sleepy face instantly filled with a furious murderous intent.

His morning grumpiness, caused by being interrupted from his afternoon nap, made him act like a mad bear.

"You fucking want to die!"

With a roar, Balk grabbed Kurt's collar and used his immense strength to lift Kurt into the air.

Immediately afterwards, he ruthlessly swung his large, fan-like hand and delivered a resounding slap across the face.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, Kurt was sent flying by the slap, crashing heavily onto the nearby table.

The bottle shattered on the ground, Kurt saw stars, half of his face swelled up instantly, and blood streamed from the corner of his mouth.