Chapter 1162 Do You Know Me
Everyone instantly fell silent.
Barton swept his gaze across the room before his gaze landed on Jared.
Jared had already hidden his aura, and Barton wasn’t capable enough to see through him.
“Boss, they are all here,” Bloodhand reported.
Barton shot him a curt nod before heading toward Jared.
Jared remained unfazed even when Barton was coming to him. However, he couldn’t stop a deep line from appearing between his brows when he smelled the awful smell and pungent blood scent coming from Barton’s body.
Before Barton could get any closer, Jared stopped him. “Stop right there. Don’t come any closer. You might not be terrifying, but you smell awful. Water is available here, so you should shower more often. You stink!”
Barton was taken aback to hear Jared’s words, for it had been ages since someone spoke to him that way.
No one had ever told him he smelled awful, too.
“F*ck! What did you just say? Do you have a death wish!” Bloodhand barked furiously.
He glared at Jared and appeared before the latter in a flash to teach him a lesson.
He was mere inches away from Jared when a horrifying power erupted from Jared’s body.
Jared didn’t even take action, but Bloodhand was sent flying backward.
Bloodhand crashed onto the stone wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Barton gaped in disbelief at the shocking sight.
Bloodhand was a Top Level Grandmaster and was about to become a Senior Grandmaster soon.
However, he was sent flying before he could lay a hand on his opponent.
This is ridiculous. I’m a Top Level Senior Grandmaster, but I can’t do that. Only Martial Arts Grandmasters are capable of doing so. Could this man be a Martial Arts Grandmaster?
Beads of cold sweat dotted Barton’s forehead when he thought of that.
Jared’s body exuded a golden glow as his aura began to accumulate.
Barton was standing in front of Jared, and he felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. He then fell to his knees.
It was then that Barton realized the man standing before him was at least a Fifth Level Martial Arts Grandmaster.
He couldn’t understand why they caught a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
“Are you the boss of the island?” Jared asked Barton, who was currently kneeling before him.
“Yes, I am. My name is Barton. May I know who you are?” Barton responded as he nodded vehemently.
He dared not come up with any funny ideas, as Jared was too powerful.
The only thing I can do now is to submit to him.
“My name is Jared Chance,” Jared told him calmly.
Barton’s legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground on his butt in a flash after he heard Jared’s name.
He stared at Jared in horror as his body trembled involuntarily.
“Y-You’re Jared Chance?” he stammered.
“Oh? You know me?” Jared got curious.
This island is so secluded. One can’t even surf the Internet here. How did Barton get to know me?
Barton bobbed his head. “I’ve heard about you, Mr. Chance. You chopped off Warren’s head. He used to be the director of Jadeborough Warriors Alliance.”
Jared was surprised to hear that, for he didn’t know that the matter would cause such a huge uproar.
I can’t believe someone from this remote island heard about that matter.
Jared glanced at the crew members hunched up in a corner and ordered, “Release them all.”
“Sure, no problem. I’ll release them now,” Barton agreed readily. He turned to Bloodhand and said, “Hurry, release them now…”
Bloodhand climbed to his feet and summoned his men to release the crew members.
These crew members were ordinary people who had never experienced something this terrifying.
Thus, they ran back to their cruise ship and drove away, leaving Jared on the island.
“Mr. Chance, we had no choice but to become pirates. Please spare our lives this once,” Barton pleaded.
