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!”

those final words, Alexander turned on his heel and marched to the nearest Eagle

from him and the engines

The jet took off.

to Umbracia,

night was as dark as

glittering with stars, a 20-meter fishing boat cut

as it left the East Sea behind, venturing

waters.

“Hey, Eagle!”

young man with shifty eyes and a cigarette perched on his lip glanced back

to Umbracia, and we’re going to be at sea for over a week.

little fun

with sun-darkened skin, laughed low in his throat. “You

New Chesire Group, Ol’ Mare’s finest? I’ve

stopping us? Let’s

two men made their way to the lower

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Meanwhile, below deck…

the floor, her mouth sealed with layers of tape, her body bound by

rope. Her

the marks of a brutal

up, her hands working the rope against

were

fraying, the knots loosening.

“What’s this?”

over Amber’s form before one sneered.

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