My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 2574

"Nash, what exactly are we doing?" Theo still did not understand what was going on.

Nash, however, did not bother to explain much. He was simply trying to confirm something.

"Just keep moving. We're almost there," Nash replied.

At that moment, a figure appeared. She was wrapped tightly in clothing and seated in a wheelchair.

Nash quickly approached. However, others who had not left the area came rushing toward them as well. Naturally, anything Nash had anticipated was also foreseen by others.

Nash waved his hand, releasing an invisible sword energy. The approaching martial artists were pushed back several feet. The leader, who recognized Nash, tried to reason with him.

"Nash, it seems we're all here for the same reason, right? You're after the token too, so why fight? You've got the skills, and we won't stop you if you manage to take it from us. At least we can still say we tried."

'Quite the sweet talker,' Nash thought, but he was not swayed by the other party's words. What he wanted to do was not something they could predict.

Seeing Nash unmoving, the leader became anxious and urged him, "Mr. Calcraft, surely, you're not thinking of backing down, are you?"

"I'm giving you three seconds," Nash said coldly. "If I see even one of you still within my sight after that, I'll kill every single one of you."

With that, Nash unleashed his extraordinary true energy, one that belonged to the Divine Sojourn Realm. The oppressive and suffocating pressure was enough to send the group fleeing in panic.

Nash then turned his gaze toward Dorothy.

"Shall we talk?"

"What's there to talk about?" Dorothy's tone was filled with despair.

Nash could not understand what was going on. Though the woman's presence remained strong, Nash detected a trace of hopelessness in her.

Dorothy pulled out a small box from her coat. There was a faint green glow emanating from it. "Alright, I'll use it for myself. Maybe this will bring closure."

Raylee flung several small stones to the ground. Upon contact, they exploded and released waves of poison gas. Just then, a strong gust of wind blew the toxins away.

He glanced up at the sky, only to see the martial artists gathering in formation.

"That wind power... It's them—the Majestic Wind Sect."

Raylee tried to flee again, but the trees ahead of him were snapped in half by the wind. The broken trunks collapsed, blocking his escape route.

Stopping in his tracks, Raylee pulled out a small box from his coat and threw it into the air.

The martial artists scrambled to seize the box, but just as they crowded together, Raylee scattered a handful of poisonous darts imbued with toxins.

The group quickly retreated to what they believed was a safe distance. Having witnessed the power of Raylee's poisonous darts earlier, they knew the toxins were deadly, though the gas could not spread far.

They waited for the Majestic Wind Sect members to disperse the poison before making their move to claim the box.