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

from him and the engines roared

The jet took off.

off to

as

20-meter fishing boat cut

the East Sea behind,

waters.

“Hey, Eagle!”

deck, a young man with shifty eyes and a cigarette

Umbracia, and we’re going to be at sea

little fun with that woman? Let’s enjoy ourselves,

skin, laughed low in his throat.

Group, Ol’ Mare’s finest? I’ve

us? Let’s

low, menacing chuckle, the two men made their

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Meanwhile, below deck…

sealed with layers of tape, her body bound by

rope. Her

pretty face bore the marks of

hard and tried to sit up, her hands working the rope against a wooden crate.

were

fraying, the knots loosening.

“What’s this?”

eyes raking over Amber’s form before

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