Chapter 62

In the luxurious villa’s living room.

A skinny middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa.

He had short grey hair and thick stubble on his face.

When he heard footsteps outside the door, he slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were cloudy but fierce.

Nash looked at the middle-aged man and the man looked into Nash’s eyes.

Their eyes met and Nash was immediately put in his place.

The feeling this man gave him was as if he was standing in front of a God.

He had a confident and domineering aura.

This was the Warden in charge of the millions of soldiers in the Northern Territory while Nash was just a Grim Reaper hiding

in the dark.

Even though he had the power to kill him, he was far behind the Warden in terms of aura.

Nash clasped his hands and said, “Greetings, Warden!”

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“There’s no need for formalities. Please,

nodded and sat on a sofa

two men did not dare to sit down.

can sit too. Just treat me like an ordinary person, there’s no

rules…”

sat down after

and whispered, “Warden, Harold

face was gloomy. He looked at Stellar and said,

care about money. They were the ones who paid for the Smiling Grim Reaper!”

helplessly.

look at Grant.

out of the villa and soon

fists and said, “Warden, why didn’t you tell me that you

better than

said, “Mr. Watson, how dare you? How is my house worse than yours?”

the Watsons have a villa in the Royal Bay does not mean

dare to let the Warden stay in the

used for his own retirement and was worth 28 million dollars. The level of luxury was on par with the Watsons.

“Stop arguing…”

and Grant quickly shut their mouths.

at the two bodyguards Harold brought, frowned, and asked,

Absolutely reliable!

Iron

arts. The cleric

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