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Chapter 651

“My old classmate, sorry I’m late…”

Just then, an elderly man in a suit came over while accompanied by

five attendants. It was Dylan.

Grant instantly became excited when he heard his voice. He had

personally delivered his invitation, after all.

However, Dylan had claimed to have important matters to attend to

on this particular day. He said that he might not be able to make it.

He did not receive a call from Dylan until the banquet started. Hel

thought his old classmate might not be able to make it, yet he made

an unexpected appearance at this moment and without any warning,

“Who is this? He doesn’t seem familiar.”

“I’ve never seen him!”

“Didn’t he just call Mr. Zell his old classmate? Of course, he’s his

former classmate!”

Someone who knew who Dylan was spoke up cautiously, “He’s Dylan Murphy. He’s from the National

Martial Bureau!”

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“The National Martial Bureau? Mr. Zell has connections with the

National Martial Bureau?”

“The man hides it well. It looks like we need to deepen our partnership

with the Zell family in the future!”

“If I had known, I would’ve given Mr. Zell the crystal bracelet pair

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worth eight million that I’ve been holding onto!”

The group looked at Grant enviously as he led Dylan by the han

his seat.

“Dylan, you made it!”

Dylan sighed, saying, “Today was a bit busy. I apologize.”

Grant smiled. “It’s no problem. The important thing is that you’re here!

“He then loudly introduced him to everyone, “Everyone, allow me to

introduce my old classmate, Dylan Murphy. He currently holds a high.

position in the National Martial Bureau!”

This statement was directed at The Swordsman. He wanted to let

him know that it would be unwise for him to act on whatever ulterior

motive now that someone from the National Martial Bureau was

present.

Dylan raised a glass, smiling as he responded, “Greetings, everyone. As I was late, allow me to make

three toasts to you all as penance!”

After saying that, he downed three glasses of wine one after another.

Jade laughed heartily. “The man sure is magnanimous. We should also raise a toast to him!” she said

before raising her own glass up

high before downing it.

The others also raised their glasses one after another.

Olivia picked up her glass and was about to stand up when Theol immediately grabbed her hand with a

cold expression. “You don’t need to toast him,” he said coldly.

Only then did Olivia remember that Nash was still trapped in the

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National Martial Bureau’s secret base.

She set down the wine glass and remained silent. Hera’s fan

had displeased expressions on their faces.

Naturally, Dylan noticed the situation. He turned to Grant and as

Who are the people at that table?”

He had already revealed his identity and even made penance. His gesture of respect was more than

enough for these people. Even the

governor of Jonford had taken the initiative to make a toast to him,

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but the people at that particular table seemed indifferent to him.

It was obvious they did not take kindly to him.

Somewhat embarrassed, Grant whispered his reply to Dylan, “They’re Nash’s relatives!”

Hearing this, Dylan felt relieved. Elder Olsen had already apprehended that young and arrogant fellow,

so it was normal for them to have grievances against him.

Dylan smiled and said, “Today is my old classmate’s 70th birthday. Thank you all for coming to

celebrate. Let’s all take our seats and

partake in this feast.”

Most of the people present had gotten to their feet to make their toasts to him, so he was still quite

satisfied with the overall situation. After that, everyone sat down and began to eat.

Grant picked up his wine glass and turned to the side slightly, saying in a low voice, “Old friend, The

Swordsman is also here”

Having just picked up his cutlery, Dylan’s expression sank as he looked up toward the two elderly

individuals at the table opposite.

them. He had not noticed them before, but now that he did, he felt his

heart tremble.

They were Boris and The Swordsman of Black Wind Mountains.

These two were Mystique Loyalty Realm experts!

The Swordsman was his old classmate’s nemesis, and he might have.

come today to stir up trouble.