God Level Farmer In Another World

The coolly dressed woman was momentarily stunned.

An old man?

"Nana! Don't be rude to the President!"

Claire quickly scolded, stopping the woman's hand mid-motion as she withdrew the scissors, looking at her in confusion.

"What's wrong with the President?"

Claire wanted to help, but standing before Alexander, she didn't dare move recklessly and remained awkwardly in place, as if punished.

Jack glanced at Claire, his eyes flickering with subtle emotion before he quickly concealed it.

"President—"

Before he could finish, Alexander, with his head lowered, spoke:

"Find me a room. I need to rest."

Jack immediately closed his mouth, and Claire hurriedly led the way.

They took the elevator to the third floor.

Here, Claire had prepared a large residence for herself. After Jack placed Alexander on the bed, he stepped out of the bedroom.

Jack looked at the door, then at Claire, and said:

"So you're the President of the North Sea Mercenary Guild.

I'm not sure what kind of operation you're running that's important enough for the President to come in person.

Anyway, take good care of him."

With that, spatial ripples appeared, and a dark, swirling portal formed.

"Take care of yourself too."

Jack added before stepping through the portal and disappearing from the Night Trace Bar.

The coolly dressed woman stood dumbfounded at the scene.

Sister Claire had always been mysterious, someone she saw as unfathomable.

During her time with Sister Claire, she had always exuded the aura of a "queen of the food chain," deepening the woman's admiration.

But Sister Claire showed such respect to this old man!

President?

Could it be that Sister Claire wasn't the President of the Mercenary Guild?

Or was there another Mercenary Guild in another city?

The coolly dressed woman, one of Claire's trusted confidantes, though unmasked, was aware of the Mercenary Guild's existence and was herself a mercenary.

However, she hadn't yet qualified to access the Mercenary Guild app.

This revelation opened a new world to her, offering fresh insights into the secrets of the Mercenary Guild and the world at large.

"By the way, that old President's entrance was so cool!"

She murmured to herself.

Teleporting through space was far more impressive than any flashy TV drama entrance.

In this era, many women were especially in awe of the strong, regardless of gender.

Of course, if it was a strong man, that was even better.

After ensuring Alexander was asleep, Claire withdrew her cat-like abilities and left the room.

The coolly dressed woman whispered to Claire:

"Sister Claire, who is that inside?"

Claire replied quietly:

"A big shot. Don't ask too many questions."

Seeing Claire's reverence for the "old President," the woman didn't press further.

Tomorrow would be the decisive battle with the Divine Family. Preserving their energy tonight was crucial.

The next morning, in Copper Bull Bay, North Sea City.

North Sea City was a coastal city, and Copper Bull Bay, near the sea, was surrounded by sand and rocks eroded by the tides.

At the center of the beach stood a five-meter-tall bronze bull, the bay's namesake.

Divided by the bronze bull, two groups stood facing each other solemnly, with high-end business cars lined up behind them.

These were the people from the Night Trace Bar and the Divine Family, each a combat talent awakener.

Following a tradition passed down by unknown generations in North Sea City:

When two groups had a conflict, they could settle it with a real fight in a chosen location.

After a fight, no one could bring up past grievances again.

From underground gangs to elite families, everyone adhered to this rule.

The difference this time was that the duel between the Night Trace Bar and the Divine Family wasn't conducted secretly in the suburban forests like most other disputes. Instead, they chose Copper Bull Bay, a location close to the city center.

The area around Copper Bull Bay was surrounded by security vehicles, and the officers didn't interfere with the duel. On the contrary, they cleared the area under the pretense of "security control," evacuating even nearby residents from their homes.

Ordinarily, if this were a street brawl, the security bureau would have arrested all the troublemakers.

However, this was a conflict between North Sea's underground forces and the leading family of North Sea. The security bureau neither wanted nor dared to intervene.

Instead, the security bureau was tasked with maintaining order outside the duel's perimeter.

George sat in one of the security vehicles, coldly observing the scene.

To him, it didn't matter who won.

George wasn't the type to act based on personal connections and never helped anyone just because they were close to him.

Whoever won would determine which side the security bureau would support.

Of course, Night Trace Bar couldn't possibly win.

Even if they defeated the Divine Family, they wouldn't stand a chance against the family's backers, the Moon Worship Sect.

The sky began to drizzle.

It was late winter, and the cold rain stung the faces of the two groups. Those with weaker constitutions felt a bone-chilling cold.

On the Night Trace Bar's side, the crowd stirred as a path opened through their ranks.

Claire emerged, wearing a purple high-slit gown, a fur coat draped over her shoulders, and tight leather pants hugging her legs. She pushed a wheelchair.

Seated in the wheelchair was a mysterious figure dressed in a black raincoat, their face obscured by a hood. Only a few strands of white hair were faintly visible.

Beside them walked a young man and woman.

The woman, dressed provocatively in a white tube top and denim shorts, had a lollipop in her mouth.

The man, in a suit, was overweight but wore a stern expression.

The tattooed and rough-looking men in the crowd showed great respect for Claire, lowering their unruly heads as she passed.

However, they were puzzled.

Who was the person in the wheelchair Claire was pushing?

One tattooed man, one of Claire's trusted followers, tried to ingratiate himself by reaching out to take the wheelchair from her, only to be met with a fierce glare from Claire.

He had misjudged the situation and was now the butt of his peers' silent ridicule.

On the Divine Family's side, an elderly man with neatly combed white hair stepped forward upon seeing Claire arrive.

"Boss Claire, since you're here, let's settle this once and for all.

If I'm satisfied, I might consider halting this bloodshed.

You can compensate for your mistakes in another way."

The man, dressed in a traditional Chinese tunic suit, looked energetic despite his age—he was around sixty.

This was Yang Xiong, the current patriarch of the Divine Family.

Two more elders, bald with bushy beards and dressed in black suits, stepped forward. They shouted in unison:

"Little girl! Hand over the disgrace of the Divine Family, Kate, and we will spare you.

However, you, Claire, must marry into the Divine Family as a concubine."

This proposal was a thinly veiled attempt to subjugate Claire. If she became a concubine, all her forces would fall under the Divine Family's control.

The two elders were high-ranking members and skilled fighters of the Divine Family. Their dark sunglasses made them easily recognizable.

In their youth, these twins were nicknamed the "Black and White Fiends" in the underworld. Over time, their reputation grew, and the moniker became a title of respect.

Hearing the words of the Black and White Fiends, Claire's subordinates were furious. They glared angrily, their rage palpable.

Their boss was a proud woman, and to reduce her to an enemy's plaything was an outright humiliation!

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