Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Devin Jarrell was drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
Only then did Fenix Jarrell and his son shut up and look at Devin, who was acting strangely.
Braydon Neal placed his hands behind his back and smiled. âI am a nobody!â âNo, thatâs not right. The golden symbol on your clothes is⦠the Qilin!â
Devinâs eyes were bloodshot as he said hoarsely, âGolden Qilin, northern cold sword, Northern King token⦠These are the three major symbols of the northern army!â
âUncle Devin, what are you talking about?â
Lathan Jarrell walked forward.
Smack!
Devin slapped Lathan on the cheek.
A warlord level martial artist was extremely powerful!
Lathan was sent flying by Devinâs slap.
âWhat are you doing, Devin?!â Fenix was shocked and furious.
âHe said that he can flatten the Jarrell family with one finger and cover the sky with one hand. Itâs all true!â Devinâs voice was hoarse, and a hint of despair flashed across his eyes.
Previously, he thought that Braydon had the same name as that big shot from the northern army!
In actual truth, it was not the same name!
This youth in white was the current Northern King!
Lathan covered his face, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He questioned angrily, âUncle Devin, are you crazy too?â
âIâm not crazy. Do you know who he is?â Devin asked calmly.
Lathan said resentfully, âHow would I know?â
âIf you donât know, then so be it. Itâs a good thing to die a little muddle-headed.â
These words made the Jarrell family members panic.
Devin turned around and knelt down. He bowed down before Braydonâs feet and placed his forehead against the ground. He said hoarsely, âDevin Jarrell, a martial artist from the Jarrell family in the provincial capital, greets Lord Northern King!â
âKneel. Donât lift your head!â
Braydon looked at the roses outside the window with his hands behind his back. No one knew what he was thinking.
Devinâs body trembled as he replied hoarsely, âYes, sir!â The entire living room fell silent.
Fenix was dumbfounded and completely at a loss.
A moment later.
Braydon put his hands behind his back and said, âI asked you to kneel because I was wondering if I should kill you!â
âThereâs no need for Lord Northern King to do anything. Please grant me death.
Iâll bear all the mistakes. I beg Lord Northern King to let the Jarrell family off!â
Devin suddenly raised his head and pulled out the snow-white dagger at his waist.
Outside the door, Old Man Zitoâs turbid eyes revealed a hint of fierceness.
However, Devin did not want to assassinate Braydon. He wanted to die to atone for his mistakes.
The moment he raised his hand, Braydonâs white robe fluttered and released a force.
Bang!
Devinâs body flew backward and smashed into the wooden cabinet. The dagger in his hand flew out and stabbed into the wall, making a buzzing sound.
âDid I ask you to raise your head?â
Braydon slowly turned around and said indifferently, âKneel!âââ
The word âkneelâ sounded like thunder.
Everyone in the living room felt their eardrums ringing. Fenix and his son were so frightened that they knelt down.
Ordinary people could not withstand this kind of pressure at all.
Devin knelt on the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Braydon looked at Devin.
The invisible pressure caused the atmosphere to become extremely oppressive. Devinâs face kept breaking out in cold sweat.
âDo you know what I hate about aristocratic family martial artists the most?â Devin did not dare to make a sound.
âItâs your so-called belief that your family is supreme!â Braydon said.
âFor the sake of your so-called family, you can trample on the ironclad law of the country!
âFor the sake of the family, you collude with the enemy and betray the country, including paying with your own lives. âThis is precisely the reason why I want to kill all of you!â
âYouâre too dangerous!â Braydon said faintly.
The aristocratic families and powerful families were both ambitious.
All these years, they had tried their best to infiltrate the three armies, nine departments, and twenty-four divisions.
âItâs these organizations that support Hansworth and shoulder the heavy
responsibility of protecting the people.
Once they were infiltrated by the powerful and aristocratic families.
They could control the fate of the country.
In their eyes, the common people were nothing but dogs!
Devinâs entire body trembled. A cold chill came from his spine and rushed to the back of his head. He knelt on the ground and trembled.
Coincidentally, at this moment, the phone in his pocket started buzzing non-stop.
Someone was calling.
Devin did not dare to pick up!
He did not dare to make any strange movements.
It was fine if the martial artists of the aristocratic families did not understand Braydon. For someone like Lathan, it was a good thing to be killed without knowing how terrifying King Braydon was.
A third-level warlord like Devin was different.
He spent most of his time in the provincial capital, so he had heard a lot about the legend of King Braydon.
He had heard a lot!
He knew how ruthless this young king was.
The Jarrell family of the provincial capital and the Jarrell family of Preston had the same roots. If they did not repent, do you think Braydon would dare to wipe out the entire family?
Definitely!
The Jarrell family was already a small aristocratic family and was a martial arts force.
If necessary, he could kill them!
Braydon would not do anything to ordinary people. Even if they provoked him, he would teach them a lesson and hand them over to the police.
But martial artists were different!
When dealing with martial artists, one had to use vicious methods to intimidate them.
Otherwise, these people would never know what fear was.
At this moment, Devinâs phone was still buzzing.
Braydon bent down and whispered into his ear, âItâs not up to you to decide whether to let your Jarrell family off or not. I have the final say, you understand?â
âLord Northern King, we didnât know that the Neal family in Preston was your family. Otherwise, how would I dare come?â
Devin raised his head and broke out in cold sweat. He had to explain himself.
If he did not explain himself clearly, the entire Jarrell family would be in trouble.
Braydonâs eyes were filled with killing intent. The temperature in the living room suddenly dropped, causing people to feel a bone-chilling chill.
Facing Braydonâs cold gaze, Devin could not help but lower his head, his hands trembling.
His instinctive fear shut him up.
Suddenly.
âThe Jarrell family is bullying me because Iâm young!â Braydon smiled like the spring breeze.
Devin was stunned.
In the next moment.
Braydon said coldly, âThe Jarrell family is bullying me for being young and inexperienced. Thatâs perfectly fine!
âBut I have already been back in Preston for more than twenty days. Everyone knows that the Jarrell family is part of the aristocratic families.
âDo you think I donât know that the oil and gas industry in the country is monopolized by three powerful families and six aristocratic families?
âSo, which aristocratic family is the Jarrell family a pawn for?â
Why would someone as demonic as the Northern King come personally today?
Did you think it was just for Hugo Skeeter?
The Northern King was no fool!
Hugo did not have that much power either!
He was not qualified.
Actually, after Hugo told him about what happened, Braydon had already sensed that he was the target.
Devin shook his head in fear. âNo, Lord Northern King. Itâs not like that. Trust me. Itâs really not like thatâ¦â
Braydonâs eyes were cold as he stared at the terrified Devin.
In fact, King Braydonâs guess was not wrong at all!
The Jarrell family must have the support of a powerful family and a large aristocratic family to take action against Hugoâs new factory.
However, Devin did not know about this..