The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 159: The Favor of the Redman Clan Is Worthless!

In this complex, favor-driven society, most people would treasure such an offer. The law might restrict, but favors moved.

However...

Mason had made one fatal miscalculation.

He had said all this—to John Lopez.

In the entire U.S., whose favor could possibly outweigh that of the King of Horizon?

John cast a sideways glance at Mason and smirked.

"In my eyes," he said coldly, "the favor of your Redman Clan is worthless."

Just one glance.

That was all it took.

The surging internal force in Mason White's body froze. His limbs stiffened, unable to move. It was as if time itself had stopped for him.

His heart, however, was a raging storm.

This man... isn't ordinary.

Cold sweat broke across his forehead.

Mason instantly lowered his head, cupping his fists in a bow. "Forgive me for the offense!"

Without hesitation, he grabbed Bob Redman and turned to leave.

"Hey! What are you doing, Mason?"

"Shut up!"

Bob tried to speak, but Mason silenced him with a sharp glare. He couldn't risk another word being said in front of John.

Only after they had left the clinic and were far enough away—well beyond John's hearing range—did Mason stop and let out a long breath.

"Master Bob," he said, his face deadly serious. "Do you even realize what kind of abyss you've dragged the Redman Clan into these past few days?"

"Abyss?" Bob frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Mason didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

When the line connected, he spoke respectfully, "Old Master, I think you'd better come to New York in person."

On the other end was Zoey Redman, the patriarch of the clan.

"What's going on? Is that so-called genius doctor being arrogant?"

"No..." Mason hesitated, casting a glance at Bob. "It's not arrogance. It's that the doctor... is also a martial artist. And Master Bob has unknowingly offended him."

"Hmph! I knew that little bastard couldn't keep out of trouble," Zoey Redman growled. "He insisted on going to New York himself—I should've known nothing good would come of it."

Then his tone shifted.

"What level is the doctor?"

Mason closed his eyes and said slowly, "From what I sensed... he's at least... a Heaven Master."

There was a long silence on the other end.

And then—"Damn it, Bob Redman!"

The call disconnected.

Back in New York, Bob stood frozen, listening in stunned disbelief.

When he heard the words Heaven Master, his legs buckled.

He turned to Mason with a trembling voice. "U-Uncle Mason... Did you really just tell Grandpa that man is a Heaven Master?"

"I did," Mason replied, face grim. "And I meant it."

Even Mason's own heart still hadn't settled. When John glanced at him back at the clinic, he'd felt like a blade was resting against his neck. That kind of invisible pressure... Only a Heaven Master could exert it.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

How old was John? Barely in his twenties!

A Heaven Master—at just over twenty?

It was beyond comprehension.

Among all the known prodigies in the martial world, the youngest to reach that level was a woman around twenty-two. She was now the undisputed leader of the Central Region Martial League.

At the time, everyone thought her talent was unmatched.

But now... this man named John had shattered that record. By two full years.

And in the world of cultivation, two years was more than time—it was an insurmountable chasm.

This realization sent Mason into even deeper shock.

He had immediately called Zoey Redman because he understood—this wasn't just about saving face anymore. This was about survival. If John held a grudge, the entire Redman Clan could face ruin.

And Mason didn't dare bet that John wouldn't retaliate.

So he waited.

Anxiously.

A Few Hours Later

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The rhythmic thump of rotor blades filled the air as a helicopter descended nearby.

A striking woman stepped down, pushing a wheelchair onto the tarmac.

In the chair sat Zoey Redman, the aged but imposing patriarch of the Redman Clan. Dignified and stern, he held a jade cane in one hand as he scanned the surroundings.

The moment he saw Bob Redman, his expression twisted in fury.

Smack!

The cane cracked across Bob's shoulder.

"You idiot!"

Bob dropped to his knees immediately, "Grandpa, I was wrong! I know I messed up!"

Zoey didn't even look at him. "You shouldn't be kneeling to me. Mason, take him to the clinic to kneel to the man he offended. That's where his apology belongs."

"Yes, sir!"

They hurried toward the Feazer Medical Clinic without delay.

The helicopter remained parked far from the clinic's protected area. None of the crew dared bring it closer—not after learning the truth.

Not after hearing the name: Heaven Master.