Chapter 1614: Either Be a Guest or a Captive
Carson Flores had interacted with the Heavenly Alliance three times, and he was deeply impressed by their mask-wearing style.
The white-haired man Carson Flores had slain, even until his death, Carson didn’t know his identity.
When the disciples of the Heavenly Alliance mobilized, each would wear a mask. The masks of low-level disciples were plain and unadorned, purely colored without patterns, whereas the masks of higher-ranking disciples would have patterns.
Carson, combining with the previous two incidents, speculated that the Heavenly Alliance categorizes their ranks based on strength. Disciples below Golden Immortal strength wore plain masks, Golden Immortal strength disciples had masks with a few patterns, while Heavenly Immortal strength disciples had masks with more intricate and vivid patterns, clearly indicating their high status.
The number of people intercepting the Flying Boat wasn’t large, but judging by the mask patterns, the leader was a Heavenly Immortal, with six or seven Golden Immortals, and the rest were below Golden Immortal.
Carson’s heart sank. If Cora Tate wasn’t injured, who would dare to come?
Wouldn’t that be suicide?
Now, this group dared to act so boldly, surrounding the Flying Boat. This could only mean one thing: they already knew Cora Tate was seriously injured, unconscious, or couldn’t forcefully intervene at all.
How did they confirm it?
The person who knew Cora Tate’s injuries best is undoubtedly Leland Conley, after all, he was the one who injured her. Aside from Leland Conley, who else?