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 admiration arose

she began to understand why old Mr. Sims had entrusted the Special Division to him.

person to lead an organization like the Special

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

felt as if she had learned something

King, who threw a punch directly at him. Brian bent down, but due to his

a couple of paces,

Luke exclaimed, "Dad!"

his hand with

his forehead. She couldn't help

Special Division over the years. He has hundreds of scars and seventy-eight serious injuries. He has over a dozen

them, these scars were medals and

tree branches. Though he survived, the muscles on his lower back were severed and couldn't be repaired. Since then, Uncle Dawson has been

took a deep breath, feeling renewed

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

turned his attention

Keira tensed her jaw.

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