NovelEnglishRun. = twas not just Darius! idea alone! “Mister Kane, you've really stirred up a hormet's nest this ime!" Darius’ words had barely faded when a large group of ‘miners al crowded around, their faces filled with indescribable anxiety. "Mister Kane, we know you're tough, but we're outnumbered. Even the bravest can't stand against so many! “Back when Vinicent was the general manager, he told us that the Walbeer family has several martial arts masters, the most formidable being a Grandmaster of energy transformation! "We might not know what a Grandmaster of energy transformation means, but Vinicent said that someone like that could shatter rocks with a single punch, even plerce through half-meter- thick iron!"
Grandmaster of energy transformation? Was that really powerful? Alexander looked at the lovable group of miners with a faint smile To ordinary folks, martial artists at the Grandmaster level were naturally beyond reach, but within the Temple of War, there werea total of 108 Generals, each onea Grandmaster. The nine Barons of War were even above Grandmasters; they were dominant strength suprgrand martials! As for the four Dukes of War, cach one.
had reached the level of spirit energy Martial Overlord, super strong, individuals capable of dominating a region and guarding the borders of the country.
"appreciate everyone's concen," Alexander said with a smile, addressing the miners before him. "As I've said before, no one should underestimate you,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt‘or should they underestimate Wafford Mining Corporation, or the Chesire Group. And that includes the Walbeer family." — What confidence he exuded. It was not baseless arrogance but an undeniable fact, "But. The miners looked at Alexander, Soresolute, and then at the empty.
entrance to the mine, ther worries ‘growing thicker by the moment. They sighed ‘With the tthey had, Jonathan must have contacted the Walbeer family.
Should they arrive, what would Mister Kane do? Meanwhile, in the Walbeer family convoy.
Mister Walbeer Senior!" “The convoy cto a slow halt at the entrance to the highway. Jonathan sat in
the back of the bulletproof Mercedes, hokling cellphone, i yes boadehot.
“blsse giveth order for all the family's.
enforcers to cand support. 'f going to slaughter Watford Mining Corporation and wipe out eeryonein the int Mining Zone!” He was truly furlous.
Losing face in ron of those lowly miners as more bearable than beng ied Alexander andthe man who slapped then must die, and those miners should not expect olive lther "Oh?" At his moment, in the Sullivan Town's Walbeer family Manor, Mister Walbeer Senior, Thorin Walbee, ay on the attan mastes chil nthe couryard, holding aplastic elderly phone in his hand. Hiscloudy eyes showed nosign of emotion. "Jonathan, don't be na hurry.
ake your to explain. naturally defend yourhonor.” He was the Walbeer family's backbone,
‘with a mindset as steady as a mountain, Showing no emotions of joy or anger.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnly Walbeer family members ktew tat the calmer the old master, the more astonishing his anger. He doted on his only grandson incomparably, even more.
than his own son.
"Grandpa, Iwas beaten!" Jonathan's Voice was hoarse, his anger boiling like molten lava. "ust now, at the Watford Mining Corporation Ninth Mining Zone, the son-in-law of the New Chesire Group, Alexander.." He recounted the earlier events in detail, then roared madly, "Grandpa, want to Kill Alexander and make him pay with his blood! "The Walbeer family must not be humiliated. We're the masters ofthe.
Northwest! We have the Redwine family as ourbacker, and we will return to the North saoner or later. This is the most crucial step for us in the Northwest. We
must seize the graphite mine of the ‘Wafford Mining Corporation!" The Redwine family. so I ‘Thorin slowly sat up from the recliner, catching every bit of information Jonathan revealed. His eyes narrowed slowly. "Jonathan, you sald he's very familiar with the situation in the North and knows the Redwine family very well? And.his surname’s Kane?" Kane? What does that have to do with anything? In the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz, Jonathan gritted his teeth tightly, his face full of madness. "Grandpa, no matter what his surnames, I must kil him.
today. can't swallow this anger. He didn't hit me, he hit the face of our Walbeer family!" ‘Thorin fel silent for a moment, nodding inwardly.
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