The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 692
The Emperor was furious. Several women knelt on the floor quivering in fear.
After letting out his frustrations, the Emperor composed himself.
He sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. . He devised this plot to kill James. Now, not only was he not dead, he had even performed
a great service for Sol. With greater fame and prestige, it would be even harder to kill him now.
James had to die.
Smoking his cigarette, he thought of ways to finish James off. “Looks like I need to turn to that old man for help.” After a long
while, the Emperor murmured. He stood up hastily. “Prepare the car.” The Emperor left the Capital and headed toward a
mountain in the suburbs. The mountain was called the Five Monasteries Mountain, named for the monastery at its peak The
Emperor headed to the top of the mountain.
In a room of the monastery...
There was a meadow, on which a seventy-year-old-looking man sat. Wearing a white robe and white hair and a white beard, he
exuded a sagely aura.
“I need your help.” The Emperor stood behind the old man. His face was solemn. “The Black Dragon is getting in the way of my
plans. He has to die.”
The old man slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were devoid of all emotion as if he was no longer alive.
The old man stood up and said, “The Black Dragon is highly-trained in martial arts. His strength is unparalleled. No one is
capable of killing him. However, all men have an Achilles heel. In his case, it would be Thea Callahan. We can begin with her.”
The Emperor nodded. “I’ll leave that to you. I cannot proceed with my plans as long as James is still alive. If the higher-ups
pursue matters further and discover our involvement, it’s all over for the both of us.”
Leaving this remark, the Emperor turned to leave, Before leaving, he quickly added. “Finish him off as soon as possible. I can
begin devising my plan once he’s dead,”
The old man looked at the Emperor and smirked. “Why did you have to resort to such an elaborate scheme just to kill a man?
The allied forces of the twenty-eight nations, huh...? You

have one hell of an imagination.” “Remember, don’t get me involved in this. If anything happens to me, there’ll be no one to
execute the plan.” The Emperor left. The old man stretched languidly. “Don’t worry. No one will have a clue that you’re behind
this. Five days... Give me five days, and I guarantee he’s dead.”
Hearing this, the Emperor felt more at ease. – He headed toward the grand hall to pay his respects before leaving. Meanwhile,
the old man disguised himself as an ordinary man and left the monastery. He then headed toward Cansington. He had only a
single objective in mind, and that was to take Thea Callahan captive and use her against James.
Although he was located at the peak of Five Monasteries Mountain, he was aware of the situation in the outside world.
From James’ resignation to return to Cansington, his conflict with The Great Four, and his relationship with Thea, the old man
was aware of all of it.
He also knew that Thea was James’ Achilles’ heel. Even though they were divorced, James would have no choice but to comply
with his demands if he could take Thea captive. With that out of the way, killing James would be a piece of cake. Yet, the
Emperor turned such a simple thing into an elaborate scheme. From the 28-nation martial art gurus to the current war. How
utterly incompetent of him.
Soon, the old man arrived in Cansington.
“Sir.”
At a harbor in Cansington...
A worker knelt before the old man.
The old man gestured toward him. “Go take Thea Callahan prisoner.” “Understood.”
“Don’t attract unnecessary attention. Bring her to the Southern Plains in secret.”
“Understood.”