Chapter 698: “Last Trump Card”

It didn’t mean that the Sloan Family’s only strength was Ainsley. Ainsley herself had many capable subordinates, but who among them could become a good leader as good as her? 

Only Grandpa Yofan could somehow replace Ainsley’s role, but his lifespan was obviously not that long. 

“That kid’s people are good. They won’t decline that fast, even without their boss. But…the Sloan Family doesn’t have a worthy heir other than that baby.” 

The judges looked at each other and shook their heads. 

Yeah, the drawback is only that. The lack of a capable heir who can lead the family in case of the family head loses their life. 

The Sloan Family’s 17th boss only had Ainsley as the direct descendant. 

Actually, there were many kids and teens related to the branch families, but none of them was as astounding as Ainsley. 

If the Sloan Family wanted to rise even further, they had to keep Ainsley well and then nurture another worthy heir. 

Even if the heir wasn’t as good as Ainsley, they should at least be as talented as the other young heirs. 

At the moment, Ainsley still hadn’t used the Xocolet Lake to produce more ability users under the age of 15. She also hadn’t created a program to train the children…

But she would. Sooner or later. 

The judges didn’t know anything about the Sloan Family’s inner management, but they thought that as long as Ainsley was alive, the Sloan Family wouldn’t need to fear anything. 

Hum, hum, for now…let’s watch the battle? 

It was already 9 in the morning, and the battle still continued non-stop. More and more casualties appeared, and more Naran Family members managed to enter the mansion. 

However, the Naran Family was actually at a disadvantage. The mansion was so large that it resembled a castle now, but the members entering the mansion were less than two hundred. 

A lot of them would have died somewhere inside, and they didn’t know. 

After all, up to know, they had only received reports about the flag’s whereabouts, but when the member took out the flag after painstaking efforts, it turned out the flag was fake. 

Yes, they had to take out the flag and show it to the shaman for verification, but because the shaman couldn’t enter the mansion, the members had to sneak out the flags. 

It turned out…there were many flags in the mansion. And only one of them is real. 

When Paul saw the seventh flag that his people brought over was another fake, he almost blew his top. 

“Another fake flag! @&#-#+*+*+ Fck– the Sloan Family is too cunning!” 

Paul couldn’t blame the members for being blind and not able to differentiate which flag was fake and which one wasn’t. 

After all, even he realised that all of the flags looked the same…as if it was the exact replica. 

Some of the Naran Family’s elites had also noticed that the flags emitted faint special energy…it was the work of an Ability User. 

“This…must be the unique ‘copy’ ability! Ah, the official name is item-duplicating ability.” One of the seniors spoke to Paul, explaining his hypothesis. 

“The Sloan Family duplicated the real flag and spread the fake flags all over the mansion. Since we can only verify the authenticity by sensing the spiritual mark– ” 

The elder paused. He suddenly felt that…they should have recruited more shamans…

But so what? Ainsley is also a shaman, and her contracted spirit forbad all other spirits to approach the mansion. 

It was so hard just to sneak in, ah! 

“Uh…can our esteemed shaman use their shaman energy to locate the spiritual mark instead?” The elder couldn’t help but glance at the shaman. 

The shaman should have been able to detect the spiritual mark too, because the spiritual mark was related to dead spirits. 

If the shaman was strong enough, he only had to close his eyes and focus. He could then sense the spiritual mark’s whereabouts. 

After all, the shaman had sensed the mafia council’s unique spiritual mark before the tournament started. 

This was to make things fair for the assault team. 

When the shaman heard the elder’s idea, he had the urge to roll his eyes. 

“A low-level shaman like myself needs to be at least a hundred meters within the spiritual mark’s range. If not, I can’t even sense it…” 

A hundred meter…uh…they obviously had to somehow enter the mansion. After all, the mansion was now so big that one could spend a day or two touring the whole place. 

They didn’t manage to get the mansion’s blueprint, so they didn’t know where the core area was…

So troublesome! 

Paul couldn’t help but clench his fists tight. Their family had no sacred beasts like the Sloan’s, and had no monster on par with sacred beasts like Zilla. 

Actually, they almost had no chance of winning if not for their excellent air force. But even that seemed to be weaker than the Sloan Families? 

Since when did the Sloan Family own many flying-type monsters…the level is high too. 

Could it be…the monster horde that they gave to Ainsley…became her opportunity instead? 

He was sure he told his people to sprinkle that powder…

Paul felt like crying. 

If he knew that Ainsley wouldn’t die and would somehow come back with many tamed monsters…why would he create that monster horde for her? 

That’s just like deliberately supporting her, ah! 

Paul felt that their family was cornered. They had no chance of winning. 

Well, they still had one more trump card, but this trump card…

Paul was aware that the use of this trump card could escalate and implicate many people aside from the Sloan Family. 

Should he…use it? 

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