Chapter 609

Everyone in front of the center looked up at the overpass. Cloaked in a gray robe, a man donning a fearsome bronze mask came into view. He exuded a powerful aura of vigor and righteousness that perfectly matched the poem he had recited earlier. Indifference and fury filled his eyes as he peered down at the Sykes and Anderson families. Chris and Palmer had already guessed that this was the young lord of the Hippocrates Sect whom they feared. They had thought that he wouldn't turn up since Cyrus was already dead. But here he was, making an appearance just when their victory was close. Despite Evelyn's meticulous plan to poison Cyrus, she still failed to go unnoticed under the young lord's watch. Megan, however, had no idea who he was. To commoners, the Hippocrates Sect seemed distant and mythical. "Who are you?" she asked, infuriated by the incessant meddling despite Cyrus' death. "Your grandmother, Evelyn Sykes, and your great-grandfather, Owen Sykes, should know who I am," Cyr