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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no need for formalities. Please, sit.”

nodded and sat on a sofa beside him.

other two men did

waved his hand and said, “You lot can sit too. Just treat me like an ordinary

rules…”

down after hearing that.

this moment, Grant suddenly put down his phone, and

Warden’s face was gloomy. He looked at Stellar and said, “Didn’t I say inviting

the Watson family does not care about money. They were

Warden smiled helplessly. “Send them in!”

turned to look at Grant.

and soon brought Harold and the two martial artists

didn’t you tell me that you

better than

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

Watsons have a villa in the Royal Bay does not mean

did not dare to let the Warden stay in the

was worth 28 million dollars. The level of

“Stop arguing…”

and Grant quickly shut their

looked at the two bodyguards Harold brought, frowned, and asked, “Are those

are! Absolutely reliable!

is Iron Kick

arts. The cleric

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