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.

hint of admiration

had entrusted the Special Division to him. Brian's boldness and willingness to face

such a person to lead an organization like the Special

someone who could navigate both light and dark

felt as if she had

thought this, Brian 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,

a couple of

Luke exclaimed, "Dad!"

his hand with a smile,

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

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

proudly. For them, these scars were

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

took a deep breath, feeling renewed admiration

my father's body represents his dedication, and yet

turned his attention back to the

Keira tensed her jaw.

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