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!”

his heel

him and the

The jet took off.

off to

as dark

stars, a 20-meter fishing boat cut swiftly

at its sides as it left the East

waters.

“Hey, Eagle!”

deck, a young man with shifty eyes and a cigarette perched on

going

not have a little fun with

sun-darkened skin, laughed

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

us?

chuckle, the two men

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Meanwhile, below deck…

mouth sealed with layers of tape, her

rope. Her

face bore the marks

up, her hands working the rope

were

fraying, the knots loosening.

“What’s this?”

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

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