Chapter 1222

“Where’s Anderson Jones?”

Artoile clasped his hands behind his back as he spoke in that unfriendly tone.

“H-He’s probably in the toilet,” Sicard answered somewhat sheepishly.

Had Anderson gotten himself into trouble?

Artoilé scoffed. “Did he go use the toilets at the Empire Hotel?”

Given everything, Sicard’s title as a general would go to waste if he had not already figured out what was going on.

Anderson’s previous request to undertake the Empire Hotel had been rejected.

The only reason he was at the Empire Hotel again was probably because he was there to cause trouble.

Sicard gulped. “W-What’s he doing at the Empire Hotel?”

“This had better have nothing to do with you. If not, I’ll kill you as well!”

Artoile huffed before he strode off, his bodyguard following closely.

Sicard returned to his room, grabbed a jacket, and hurried out as well.

20 minutes later, over a dozen patrol cars led a dozen trucks that each carried soldiers to park on the main road leading to the Empire Hotel.

The roads were relatively empty today since the Empire Hotel was not open for business that day.

and they immediately caught sight of the soldiers standing

and stopped Anderson from leaving

on, there was

he had

all doing there?”

faster than his

gloom immediately appeared on their faces when they realized it was the Warden himself.

“Get

2,000 soldiers immediately

his face devoid

already past his 50s, his presence

Southern Territory for a month’s

gaze across everyone present.

felt terrible and displayed unpleasant expressions.

Training was one of the most horrendous training plans

they would, at the very least, emerge with a layer of skin removed from their body-and that was if they did not

suddenly

soldiers immediately snapped

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

commands left Sicard’s lips, all 2,000

walked toward

the door,

Nash and the others were sitting on the couches and

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