Planning (Bonus Chapter for Recommendations and Collections!)

"But... you escaped, didn't you?"

Catherine's voice turned sharp: "And I don't know what method you used to save Beatrice... do you have any idea how important she is to me!?"

It seemed this 'Witch' could not fully control the shadow to conduct real-time surveillance.

Sulu felt a sudden sense of relief, yet he wore an expression of anger on his face: "That is no excuse for your attempted murder, nor for trying to frame me... furthermore, you launched another attack last night. I can only view this as a declaration of war against me and the forces behind me!"

Don't look at me as if I'm a lone wolf; I have people backing me, too.

Sulu, hailing from a family of Witch Hunters, thought to himself with a sense of self-satisfaction.

"The attack last night... is exactly why I'm looking for you today!" Catherine stared at Sulu: "Where did you find the Gulam Script? You should know, fools often covet things that do not belong to them, and that brings disaster."

So that's it...

Sulu sighed inwardly.

That little scatterbrain Molly must have spilled the beans the moment she got back.

Even if it was unintentional, it was enough to get someone killed—and besides, it might not have been unintentional at all!

"It was passed down to me by my family. Is there a problem?"

Sulu, of course, would not admit to anything that happened in the sewers, so he answered directly.

"Your family?"

A trace of suspicion flickered across Catherine's face.

"Yes... you can go check. The Portley Family, a transcendent lineage that serves the Goddess of Light!"

Sulu appeared extremely confident.

In reality, if Catherine truly spent a great deal of time and energy investigating, she would discover that while such a Portley Family did indeed exist, it had decayed to the absolute limit, with only a handful of people left in this generation.

"I will investigate... if it is proven that everything is true, I will express my 'apologies' for what happened last night!"

Catherine winked at Sulu.

Her stunning charm made Sulu's eyes glaze over for a moment.

This was no longer just ordinary beauty; it involved a spiritual attraction related to the transcendent.

Thinking of this, he became even more vigilant, though on the surface, he displayed a standard lecherous look—thanks to Sean, he knew that as long as he followed his lead, he would be fine.

No, I must act immediately!

Watching Catherine leave, Sulu's expression turned gloomy at once.

The meeting today had gone reasonably well.

At the very least, he had gained a wealth of information and had temporarily hoodwinked Catherine with a mix of truth and lies.

But this woman would certainly not stop here.

Since even Catherine thinks Beatrice is still alive, I can directly call the authorities and strike at evil! Sulu let out a long breath: There is just one thing... is there something Beatrice has that Catherine must obtain? Or does killing her benefit Catherine in some way?

Sulu looked at the pedestrians not far away, feeling somewhat puzzled.

By now, he had already completed his studies and would be kicked out of school by the end of July at the latest, so he had no coursework to hold him back.

After waiting a while, he went straight to the Combat Club.

"It's you?"

Angelia greeted him, looking visibly surprised.

"I'm here to see your president. We already had an appointment," Sulu said expressionlessly.

"I know, the president told me. Please, follow me!"

Angelia led the way, lowering her voice as she spoke: "What on earth did you say to convince the president yesterday? Today's combat training has been canceled."

"Private secret!"

The corners of Sulu's mouth curled up slightly. He hadn't expected Donald to be so efficient.

On the second floor of the Combat Club was Donald's private office. It wasn't large, but it was decorated with great style, featuring a mounted elk head hanging on the wall.

Donald sat behind his desk, chin resting on his hand, seemingly pondering some difficult problem.

Seeing the two enter, he smiled: "Welcome, Sulu! Angelia, could you step out for a moment?"

Angelia clearly wanted to stay, but under Donald's gaze, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she retreated.

This female coach seems to like President Donald... That's normal, after all, Donald is good-looking and capable!

Sulu watched this scene in silence, his mind forming a guess.

Clack!

The mahogany door closed tightly. Donald stood up and picked up a silver teapot from the side: "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Thank you!"

Sulu took the cup and sipped the mellow, slightly bitter coffee: "We need to have a good talk—about the transcendent, and about your teacher!"

This was the content they had agreed upon last night.

"If you were hoping to get help from my teacher, I'm afraid..." Donald made a helpless gesture, "I can't get in touch with him right now either."

"I have already identified the people who attacked us last night, but the key is, what do we do next?" Sulu set down his coffee cup, "I am a law-abiding citizen of the Federation; I cannot do anything that violates the law!"

St. George University was funded by the Church of the Goddess of Light and had a profound background; Sulu did not believe they could not suppress one or two low-level transcendents.

If he were to seek revenge himself, the commotion would be too great, and if any trouble arose, it would only end in a lose-lose situation.

"Of course, we are still just students!"

Although he was silently complaining in his heart, Donald still echoed, "I thought about it all night last night. With our strength alone, we cannot deal with two transcendents! We must find outside help. Do you have any channels for that?"

"I might be able to ask my family for help, but they are too far away."

Sulu brought up his family again to intimidate, making it seem as though he had connections.

Furthermore, he concealed the information that he had already requested help and that Rhode might be arriving in Nia City soon.

This was his habitual practice; he always had to keep an ace up his sleeve.

"Family? The Portley Family?"

Donald tapped his head as if recalling something, then immediately turned into a bitter smile, "You are right... we don't know if the attackers will continue, so we must strike back as soon as possible! I have some connections and can contact the higher-ups at the school. If everything goes smoothly, there will be good news by this afternoon."

"That would be truly great."

There was another reason why Sulu did not report the case himself: it was impossible to explain clearly.

Was he supposed to go to the police and say that a certain lady manipulated shadows with the intent to murder him? He would likely be sent for a psychiatric evaluation immediately.

But with Donald's channels, it was different.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Donald, "Forgive me for asking, but why is this? I always feel... you are too enthusiastic!"

"It seems the attacker's target is, in all likelihood, you!"

Donald smiled and sipped his coffee, "As for the reason I am helping you, I have already said it: I want to become a transcendent! And such opportunities are few and far between!"

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