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.

of admiration arose in

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

a person to lead an organization like the Special

light and dark matters without being overly

felt as if she had

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

a couple of paces, steadying

Luke exclaimed, "Dad!"

hand with

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

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

proudly. For them, these

mission, he fell off a cliff and got caught by tree branches. Though he survived, the muscles on his

breath, feeling renewed

father's body represents his dedication, and yet your

attention back to

Keira tensed her jaw.

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