The First Heir

In front of the surveillance screens, seven or eight middle-aged men and women in black suits were looking at the screens seriously.

Among them, the middle-aged man with a square jaw was the Mr. Cole who the person was referring to, Mitch Cole.

He turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, and solemnly commanded, “Monitor closely. No emergencies can occur! Also, those forces that snuck in under disguise must be monitored one-on-one. If they do anything that crosses the line in any way, take them down directly!”

“Yes, sir!” the man in the combat uniform replied respectfully, turned around, and went out.

Inside the tent, Mitch looked at the 3D electronic map and said to his men next to him, “Contact Crawford Jensen and find out how long it’ll take for them to arrive. Also, report our deployment to Supreme Williams.”

“Yes, sir,” another man answered.

There was another middle-aged man with a round face and wearing glasses. He always had a smile on his face. Looking at the surveillance screens, he asked Mitch, “Mr. Cole, why are you making such a big deal this time? Who are you trying to guard against?”

He just came in and was temporarily reassigned to this mission from the higher-ups.

“Mr. Sutton, just take a look at

a

knitted together with a look of panic as he said dumbly, “This… The 12 Sacred Halls

a storm brewed

the West. These

they up to

time, our key target is the people of these four halls! Once they go out of line, we’ll make a move on them immediately! If

12 Sacred Halls, we can’t afford the responsibility,” Carlisle said

within our borders. It’s not

joint orders of the three supremes this time, led by Supreme

Carlisle was finally

three supremes, they just needed to carry

in Splendor Hotel in

young

waist and a white ribbon tied around his head. His face