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!”

heel and marched to the nearest

him and

The jet took off.

to Umbracia, to save

as dark as

fishing boat cut swiftly through the

its sides as it left the East Sea behind, venturing

waters.

“Hey, Eagle!”

shifty eyes and a cigarette perched on his lip glanced back at the

going to be at sea for over a week. Got

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

muscular man with sun-darkened skin, laughed low in his throat. “You talking about

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

stopping us? Let’s

menacing chuckle, the two men

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Meanwhile, below deck…

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

rope. Her

bore the marks

bit down hard and tried to sit up, her hands working the rope against a wooden

were

fraying, the knots loosening.

“What’s this?”

entered, their eyes raking over

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