The First Heir

This was the base camp of the Hall of the Sun that belonged to the 12 Sacred Halls of the West. It was a large green training field with some building facilities hidden in the dense forest, as well as some battle tanks, armored vehicles, and fighter jets parked on the airfield.

At this moment, extremely strict training was being conducted with nearly a hundred shirtless men on the training ground. At the forefront of this group of people, a man in a green combat uniform was lying on a beach chair. His face was covered with a hat, and his eyes were closed in rest. A golden badge that symbolized the sun hung around his neck. His figure was not too tall but full of bulging muscles that deterred others.

Suddenly, his walkie-talkie picked up a signal. A woman’s voice was heard, sounding serious. “Hans, come to the electronic warfare room!”

The tanned man with closed eyes said in a lazy and impatient voice, “Hey, Georgina, don’t disturb my rare time under the sun, okay? Besides, you don’t have the right to order me around!”

“Sh*t! Get over here at once! The boss is back!”

On the other end of the line, Georgina was obviously impatient and angry, so she broke out a curse.

Swish!

hat on his face,

the nearly 100 people

ignored the wails from the group and

walls were full of electronic display screens. In the middle, more than a dozen computers and high-tech equipment were placed. The surveillance footage covered various streets

in a black leather outfit. She sat in front of a central computer, tapping away on the keyboard. This woman was none

and perfect face were better

men and one woman had

in from the door and shouted happily, “Georgina, where’s the boss? Tell me