Snow almost laughed out loud in excitement.
The Lord Commander had personally come, solving the fight in no time at all. He planned to get the
Zimmers on his side. This was good news since Department Six was the true core of the golden era.
They were a secret and powerful organization, where the average person wouldnât even know of its
existence. Getting into Department Six was an extremely hard thing to do.
All members of Department Six had been chosen directly by the leaders. There was no examination or
recruitment for this civil
position.
The Blood Cultâs infiltration would be nearly impossible to achieve.
However, if Lord Commander planned to have Quentin in, this would give Snow the rare opportunity
she needed. With enough time, she was confident that sheâd take over Department Six.
âAnd the final goal is the throne!â
Thinking of this, Snow immediately knelt in front of the Lord Commander and said loudly, âYouâre wise,
Lord Commander. I beg the Lord to bring justice to the Zimmers. They will definitely follow your lead
from now.â
Her words were too straightforward and raw.
Being the wife of a governor, she wasnât allowed to say such things, since it was plain gauging up.
However, she needed to show her loyalty or she might not get such a chance next time. The Lord
Commander doesnât appear often, after all. Heâs not that easy to meet.
Grant said, âRest assured, Department Six is always fair and just. Whatâs true and whatâs not will be
revealed. If your son and daughter are innocent, I will bring them justice.â
With that, he pointed at Alex. âCome with me!â
Zachary quickly jumped in front. âLord Commander, wait.â
âZachary, you dare stop me?â sneered the Lord Commander.
Just one sentence made Zachary shed cold sweat. âI wouldnât dare, but this case is simple. I have
other evidence that proves Easton and Viole deserved it. Iâll show it to you immediately.â
He held up his laptop.
To his surprise, Lord Commander simply took a hit at it. The laptop became nothing more than a clump
of metal, with green smoke coming out of it. âThereâs no need, the evidence, Department Six will look
for it ourselves, you all are with the Divine Constabulary, thereâs a need to avoid suspicion,â he said
coolly.
As he finished speaking, seeing Alex not moving, his glare went cold. âYou dare defy me? Even if it
was your dad, he wouldnât dare disobey me.â
Alex wavered. âYou know my dad?â
âHmph! Doesnât matter if I know him or not. If you broke the law, youâll still be beheaded without pity!â
âHmph!â
At that moment, Aunt Rockefeller snorted coldly and said, âI donât know who you are, and I donât care
how powerful your position is, but your actions today wonât get the approval of the people. Being so
biased, turning the truth upside down, saying untruthful words, and even destroying evidenceâ¦
Restricting freedom of speech, Iâve never seen such a thing in my long life! Alex will not leave with
you.â
Aunt Rockefellerâs words made Zachary and the others fear her.
Defying the Lord Commander in public held serious consequences.
This was especially true for Zachary. He knew Grant quite well. He knew that heâs a smiling tiger and
that he was actually very sinister and hard to get along with. Most importantly, he was a professional in
martial arts and had been more powerful than a grandmaster for a long time now.
Otherwise, the Divine Constabulary and Department Six wouldnât be in such a situation now.
Some ten years ago, the golden era states were controlled by the Divine Constabulary, and
Department Six was in charge of the smaller ones. Even ancient tales said these two organizations had
always split the work like this. However, ever since Grant became an Innate Martial Honor, the fights
with the Divine Constabulary started. Finally, he won. When both the positions of both organizations
were switched, Department Six had more power.
For that, Geronimo was so furious he spat blood.
âWho are you?â Grant smiled and stared at Aunt Rockefeller.
âIâm his aunt,â Aunt Rockefeller answered.
The next second, Lord Commanderâs expression changed suddenly, âYou dare insult me? Iâll slap you!â
He stood over her, a slap aiming straight at Aunt Rockefeller. It had so much inner force it churned up a
gust of wind.
Even Alex, who was at the side, could feel the power of this slap. He wanted to help, but there wasnât
enough time.
Aunt Rockefellerâs eyes turned cold. She too sent out a hit.
âBeauty Falcon Punch!â
Boom.
These two powers met in the air and sent out an explosion.
A gigantic hole appeared on the floor from the explosion, within the funeral hall. Hundreds of people
were shoved away by this force, many even spitting out blood. The three coffins in the middle seemed
as light as paper, blown away in a mess.
Alex set up the Mystic armor into a defensive wall, sheltering the Larsens behind him.
Thump.
Aunt Rockefeller took three large steps backward. With every step she took, a huge dent would appear
on the floor.
After three steps, the white heels on her feet were already broken, her delicate feet smothered in blood.