Brian took a smiling step forward.

The older generation knew that saving face meant little compared to practical benefits.

Luke immediately spoke out, "Dad, you can't! Your injury..."

"I'm fine."

Brian cut him off. "Besides, as an elder, it's my job to set an example. Only then will everyone be willing to give their all!"

He turned to King and said, "Let's begin."

The crowd quickly stepped back, clearing the field.

Keira watched the scene.

If James and Luke could win this match, she wanted to conserve her strength, especially since they were still battling Fox.

Revealing too much too soon could lead to faster losses. Her identity as the senior sister of the Freeman Sect needed to stay concealed unless absolutely necessary.

She looked at Brian.

a hint of

to understand why old Mr. Sims had entrusted the

person to lead

job required someone who could navigate both light and dark matters without being overly rigid. Sometimes, achieving goals

she had learned

King, who threw a punch directly at him. Brian bent down, but due to his protruding belly and lumbar strain, his movement was slightly

couple of paces, steadying

Luke exclaimed, "Dad!"

waved his hand with

rotated his shoulder, still appearing relaxed, but Keira noticed cold sweat forming on his forehead. She couldn't help but walk over to Luke and ask softly, "Does your

to ignore her. Instead, Holly said, "Yes, Deputy Director Dawson has carried out many secret missions for the Special Division over the years. He has hundreds of scars and seventy-eight serious injuries. He has over a dozen scars on his back alone and many scratch

words made Luke lift his chin proudly. For them, these scars were

fell off a cliff and got caught by tree branches. Though

took a deep breath, feeling renewed

enough. Every scar on my father's body represents his dedication, and yet

anxiously turned his attention back

Keira tensed her jaw.

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