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.

their car, and they immediately caught

intuition and stopped Anderson from leaving the

what was going on, there was

would remember all the kindness he had shown him and

are you all

faster than

sound was, and looks of gloom immediately appeared on their faces when they realized it was

bellowed, “Get in

soldiers immediately got in line.

his face devoid of

was already past his 50s, his presence was

the Southern Territory for a month’s

gaze across everyone present.

felt terrible and displayed unpleasant

was one of the most horrendous training plans the Warden had ever

emerge with a layer of skin

Sicard suddenly

snapped to

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

lips, all 2,000 soldiers began jogging.

toward

the door, Bertram, made

the lobby, Nash and the others were sitting on the

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