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!”

Alexander turned on his heel and marched

him and the engines roared to

The jet took off.

off to Umbracia, to save

night was as dark as

a 20-meter fishing boat cut swiftly through

the East

waters.

“Hey, Eagle!”

eyes and a cigarette perched on his lip glanced back

and we’re going to be at sea

to do, so why not have a little fun with that woman? Let’s enjoy ourselves,

a muscular man with sun-darkened skin, laughed low in his

finest? I’ve had my

us? Let’s

low, menacing chuckle, the two men made

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Meanwhile, below deck…

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

rope. Her

pretty face bore the marks of

hard and tried to sit up, her hands working

were

fraying, the knots loosening.

“What’s this?”

over Amber’s form

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