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.

that moment, a hint of admiration

him, she began to understand why old Mr. Sims had entrusted the Special Division to him. Brian's boldness

had to be such a person to lead an organization like

both light and dark matters without being

as if she had

threw a punch directly at him. Brian bent down, but due to his protruding belly and lumbar

back a couple of

Luke exclaimed, "Dad!"

hand with

forming on his forehead. She couldn't help but walk over to Luke and ask softly, "Does your father have old

years. He has hundreds of scars and seventy-eight serious injuries. He has over a dozen scars on his

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

got caught by tree branches. Though he survived, the

deep breath, feeling renewed admiration for

on my father's body represents his dedication, and yet your grandfather

anxiously turned his attention

Keira tensed her jaw.

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