The First Heir

30,000 heavily armed combatants in armor stood in front of the Nonagon building.

Reed Williams stood proudly in front with his imposing figure. Behind him were all armored soldiers. All sorts of combat vehicles filled the nearby streets. Fighter planes hovered in the sky.

The whole situation was on the verge of breaking out. The Nonagon building was also alerted immediately. All members were dispatched.

All the guards on station as well as hundreds of door disciples responsible for the security of the Nonagon and liaison with various divisions received an urgent order to defend the Nonagon headquarters at all costs.

Swoosh!

One by one, figures descended from the sky, emerged from the ground below, appeared out of thin air, or gradually solidified in human forms from flames, waves of water, liquefied iron, and so forth.

All of them, with chills on their faces, stood in a row in front of the Nonagon building.

as they stood or crouched with arms akimbo or crossed. Their eyes

Disciples of the door!

off a hundred. If word of such an astonishing scene spread

by the Nonagon and several other institutions would

Reed Williams had taken advanced precautions and cleared everything within a ten-mile

were brought away by the combat squad without

of the Nonagon, only the people of

showed no trace of fear. Just like fighting machines, they stood on the

uniform fluttered in the wind. With an indifferent face, a glint flashed in his eyes. He instantly figured out the strength

long time since I met someone of

His long and

the same time, up in the Nonagon building behind a large French window somewhere, was a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and a checkered vest. He had a stoic angular face and a pair of deep-set eyes with a hint of gray in his hair. He sipped a cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand. This person was nearly 1.9 meters tall, broad and sturdy like a bear. His hair was combed back and he had a beard. He wore a pair

Nonagon. The actual person in charge of the