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 arose in her

had entrusted the

had to be such a person to lead an organization

could navigate both light and dark matters without being overly rigid. Sometimes, achieving goals demanded

had learned something from Brian...

this, Brian had already rushed toward King, who threw a punch directly at him. Brian bent down, but due to his protruding belly

couple of paces, steadying

Luke exclaimed, "Dad!"

hand with

appearing relaxed, but Keira noticed cold sweat forming on his forehead. She couldn't help but walk

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 marks on his

lift his chin proudly. For them, these scars were medals and proof

tree branches. Though he survived, the muscles on his lower

deep breath,

scoffed, "That's enough. Every scar on my father's body represents his dedication, and yet your grandfather refuses to step

his attention back to

Keira tensed her jaw.

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