Chapter 0245

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Briscoe’s face turned ghostly pale as he faced Alexander, his will to fight completely shattered,

The War Temple Lord…….

That title, that rank, loomed over him like an insurmountable peak, shaking him to his core.

Forget Briscoe. Not even 10 or 100 like him could have made a ripple in front of the formidable War

Temple

Lord.

“Miss Chesire is…” Briscoe started, his voice laced with despair so profound that it seemed to carve

into his soul.

“My men took her out to sea on a fishing boat headed for Umbracia. They’re planning to sell her off at

the black market. If my guess is right, she’s already hit international waters by now…”

International waters.

Alexander remained stoic, cutting Briscoe off with a swift palm strike.

Briscoe, the Grandmaster of the fighter community, possessing peak energy transformation strength,

was slapped in the head. Without a hint of resistance crossing his mind, he collapsed on the spot and

died.

“From this day forward, the northern Ellis family, the Tormora Hart family, are history!”

turned on his heel and marched

and the

The jet took off.

was off to Umbracia,

night was as

a sky glittering with stars, a 20-meter fishing boat

East Sea behind, venturing into the lawless embrace

waters.

“Hey, Eagle!”

with shifty eyes and a cigarette perched on

to Umbracia, and we’re going

not have a little fun with that woman? Let’s

sun-darkened skin, laughed low in

Chesire Group, Ol’ Mare’s finest? I’ve had my eye

us? Let’s

men made their way to

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Meanwhile, below deck…

mouth sealed with layers of tape, her body

rope. Her

face bore the marks

sit up, her hands working the rope against a

were

fraying, the knots loosening.

“What’s this?”

over Amber’s form

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