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.

caught sight of the soldiers

should have stuck to his intuition and stopped Anderson from

knew what was going on, there was no way this would be a friendly

all the kindness he had shown

you all doing there?”

than his feet

the sound was, and looks of gloom immediately

bellowed, “Get in formation!”

soldiers immediately got in line.

over, his face

was already past his 50s, his presence was still a stifling one.

for a month’s worth of Dark Mountain Special

swept his gaze across everyone present.

terrible and

most horrendous training plans the Warden had ever

a layer of skin removed from their

Sicard suddenly bellowed.

snapped

“Right turn!

“Begin jogging!”

lips, all 2,000 soldiers

walked toward the hotel

bloke standing at the door,

the others were sitting on the couches and drinking

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