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

understand why old Mr. Sims had entrusted the Special

such a person to lead an organization like the

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

if she had learned something from

directly at him. Brian bent down, but due to his protruding belly and lumbar strain, his movement

stepped back a couple of paces, steadying

Luke exclaimed, "Dad!"

waved his hand with

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

still irritated by her earlier comments about Holly, and chose 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

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

got caught by tree branches. Though he survived, the muscles on his lower back were severed

breath, feeling

my father's body represents his dedication, and yet your grandfather refuses to step down. It's

attention back

Keira tensed her jaw.

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