My Wasted Husband Is in Power, Now!

Chapter 1402 Apprentice Cultivator!

Lincoln found a name called Alt and clicked on the call button. Soon, the video call connected and a young boy appeared on the screen.

"Uncle Lincoln, long time no see. How are you?"

Alt greeted Lincoln first.

Lincoln looked very embarrassed because Alt was the son of a good friend of his. In the past, Lincoln had taken care of him, but now, as an elder, he had to ask Alt for help.

"Hey, Alt, I'm fine. Oh, no, I'm not okay. I'm not okay... I was fired from Paradise Lost.l, and I've lost my job now. I've also been blackmailed for two hundred thousand purple coins..."

Hearing this, Alt immediately asked in surprise, "Oh, Uncle, what happened? Why were you fired? And why were you cheated of money?"

Alt knew his uncle was clever. He'd always been the one to lie to others. Few could fool him.

"I took in an employee today. He said he wanted to work as a host at my place, so I took him to register for an ID and a purple-gold card. I can guarantee that he's a rookie who just arrived on Celestial King Planet and doesn't have any foundation in cultivation. However, after a while, he claimed to be a cultivator and jumped down from the hotel window on the 200th floor. He even flew back."

Alt was also shocked. "Oh my god, does that mean he's really a cultivator? I don't even know how to fly. Teacher

said that I can only try flying when I reach the level of a disciple."

Lincoln quickly denied it. "No, he's definitely not a cultivator. If he is, it's impossible that he didn't have an ID and a purple-gold card. He's from Mars. I'm guessing that all Martians can fly, or he used some other method. In short, he can't be a cultivator. I can guarantee it!"

Seeing that Lincoln was so confident, Alt didn't doubt him. "Uncle, what do you want me to do? Tell me. Since that guy isn't a cultivator, even if he can fly, he won't be my match. I've already entered the apprentice level. My punches and kicks are injected with spiritual energy. I can cripple him!"

Lincoln smiled back. "Thank you, Alt. That's what I was thinking. I've worked in this hotel for years, but he used despicable means to force me to leave my job. I can't take this lying down! Alt, can you come to the Lost Paradise Hotel? With your identity as an apprentice cultivator, you can definitely expose his true colors!"

Alt smiled. "No problem. I've been cultivating for so long, but I've never fought in real combat. It's great to have a target that can fly and pose no threat to me. Uncle, I'll take the underwater express now. Wait for me!"

Lincoln said, "Okay!"

A few hours later, Jordan had gotten Sam drunk and was ready to leave.

Jordan muttered to himself as he looked at Sam who had fallen asleep on the bed, "Sam, I'm sorry. Although I've gathered enough money for my tuition fees, I still have

to take your 80,000 yuan for my brother's tuition fees. If we meet again, I'll definitely make it up to you."

Jordan had lied to Sam. The 80,000 purple coins were very important to Jordan, but to Sam, who had already lost the qualification to cultivate, it was no longer a matter of life and death.

In the future, if Jordan became successful, he would definitely come to Sam and compensate him ten times over.

Subsequently, Jordan walked out of the room. He did not take Sam's aircraft because from his conversation with Sam just now, Jordan already knew that there were many means of transportation on Celestial King Planet. They were faster than Sam's aircraft.

As such, he planned to take the Undersea Express now and go to the Cloud Sect to officially start his schooling.

Jordan walked out of the room. Just as he passed by Room 20002, two people suddenly blocked his way.

One of them was a boy with a wicked smile and sharp teeth. The other was Manager Lincoln.

Lincoln smiled evilly. "Rascal, you took the money and ID I gave you. Where are you going to cheat people again?"

Jordan looked at Lincoln and said, "Why are you still here? Didn't I tell you to resign?"

It was not that Jordan wanted Lincoln to lose his job. It was just that this person knew Jordan's secret and knew that Jordan was not a cultivator. If it were those bad people, they would have killed him long ago. Jordan just wanted him to leave Lost Paradise and not have him talk

nonsense.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the boy behind suddenly said, "Bastard! You brat, how dare you ask my uncle to resign? Do you want to die?" Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Only then did Jordan size up the arrogant boy carefully. Manager Lincoln clearly knew that Jordan could fly, but he still dared to bring people to provoke him. It was obvious that this boy was not an

ordinary person.

On the other hand, Jordan could sense that there seemed to be a different aura from the others on him. It was a powerful oppressive aura.

This person reminded Jordan of Gerald who had killed him. However, this person did not have the powerful pressure that Gerald had.

Manager Lincoln smiled. "Martian, let me introduce you. This is my nephew, Alt. He has just become a cultivator for a year and is now an apprentice cultivator in the Heavenly Academy. Didn't you say that you are a scholar-level cultivator? Why don't you have a one-on-one battle with my nephew!"