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!”

on his heel

and the engines roared to

The jet took off.

was off to Umbracia, to

night was as

glittering with stars, a 20-meter fishing boat cut swiftly through the open sea.

its sides as it left the East Sea behind,

waters.

“Hey, Eagle!”

with shifty eyes and a cigarette perched on

Umbracia, and we’re going to be at sea for

a little fun with that woman? Let’s

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

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

us?

the two men made their way to

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Meanwhile, below deck…

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

rope. Her

bore the marks of a

her hands working the rope

were

fraying, the knots loosening.

“What’s this?”

eyes raking over Amber’s form before one sneered. They moved

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