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.

and sat on a sofa beside him.

men did not dare to sit down.

lot can sit too. Just treat me

rules…”

down after hearing

this moment, Grant suddenly put down his phone, and whispered, “Warden, Harold brought two strong martial artists!”

gloomy. He looked at Stellar and said, “Didn’t I say inviting one person was

about money. They were the ones who paid for the Smiling Grim

smiled helplessly. “Send them

look

of the villa and soon brought Harold and the two martial artists

“Warden, why didn’t you tell me that you were coming to Jonford? How is the Zell

than mine?”

how dare

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

the Warden’s safety, he did not dare to let the Warden stay in the Royal

for his own retirement and was worth 28 million dollars.

muttered, “Stop arguing…”

quickly shut

bodyguards Harold brought, frowned, and asked,

are! Absolutely reliable!

Iron Kick

arts. The cleric

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