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!”

final words, Alexander turned on his heel and marched to

him and the

The jet took off.

off to Umbracia, to

night was as dark as

a 20-meter fishing boat cut swiftly through the open sea.

the East

waters.

“Hey, Eagle!”

shifty eyes and a cigarette perched

going to be at sea

have a little fun with

laughed low in his throat.

New Chesire Group, Ol’ Mare’s finest? I’ve had my eye on her for

us? Let’s

low, menacing chuckle, the two men made their way to

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Meanwhile, below deck…

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

rope. Her

marks of a brutal slap.

tried to sit up, her hands working the rope against a wooden

were

fraying, the knots loosening.

“What’s this?”

men entered, their eyes raking over Amber’s form before

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