âWhite Mitchell, you!â
Upon hearing these words, Alan Austinâs face darkened as if he was about to break into a cold sweat.
He really couldnât understand what White Mitchell had been through in the past five years. Wasnât he supposed to be locked up in Quanch Prison?
How did he become a member of the War Department, and even a powerful Army Master!
Right now, he truly regretted not killing White Mitchell directly that day, and only sent him to prison.
If he had killed him directly back then, so many things wouldnât have happened now.
He hated, hated so much!
Alan Austin felt such remorse in his heart that he could almost turn his guts green.
Now White Mitchell is dressed in the war robe, holds great power, what can he use to fight him?
Not to mention himself, even the person who instructed him to do this back then probably canât help the current White Mitchell.
Thinking of this, Alan Austin felt an increased sense of despair, as if there was a cloud of death hovering over his head, which no matter how he tried to drive it away, he couldnât.
âWhite Mitchell, what on earth do you want to do!? It was not I who killed your adoptive father, he jumped off the building by himself, I abide by the law, you canât kill me!â Alan Austin said through clenched teeth.
It was clear that he knew just how dire his situation was, so he tried to restrain White Mitchell with the code of conduct of the War Department.
As long as White Mitchell didnât kill him today, the power backing him would find a way to save him.
But clearly, Alan Austin had underestimated the power in White Mitchellâs hands.
The supreme military lord of the Dragon Realm, personally appointed by Elder One of the Dragon Realm Elderâs Council, with special privileges to execute before seeking approval, this was White Mitchell!
Not to mention Alan Austin offending White Mitchellâs dignity, even the shameful things Alan Austin had done in secret, were enough for him to die a thousand, ten thousand times.
At this moment, after hearing Alan Austinâs words, White Mitchell just sneered coldly: âAlan Austin, do you really think I will let you leave here alive today?
Have you forgotten how Noah Weiden died?
As I attacked the Twelve Flying Tigers of the Wubu Flying Tiger Guard, killing him was as easy as slaughtering a chicken, let alone you!â
Boom!
With the conclusion of his words, the momentum within White Mitchellâs body surged dramatically. In an instant, the whole scene was filled with an oppressive atmosphere that made people suffocate.
This pressure, invisible and inscrutable, was formless, yet seemed as if one was witnessing a terrifying scene of the world collapsing, involuntarily arousing a sense of palpitations.
For a moment, the ancient martial strongmen who were on Alan Austinâs side could not help but tremble, this intangible pressure made them want to surrender to White Mitchellâs feet.
Thump!
Eventually, an ancient martial strongman couldnât bear it, his legs gave way, and he directly knelt on the ground.
Then, the ancient martial strongmen beside Alan Austin, as if they had received some kind of decree, began to kneel in front of White Mitchell one after another.
At this moment, they seemed to feel that standing in front of them was an omnipotent emperor like White Mitchell, who held their life and death in his hands.
With a single thought, he could determine the life and death of everyone here.
They were scared, terrified, they had never felt such a terrifying aura.
âIs this the might of the Army Master!?â
The people sighed in their hearts, their faces became as ugly as if they had eaten a deceased rat.
At this time, in everyoneâs mind, the same sentence seemed to echo: The Army Masterâs might, not to be insulted, overstep the boundary, and you must die!
On the other side, standing in front of White Mitchell, Alan Austin watched those helpers he brought with him one by one kneeling in front of White Mitchell in fear.
Alan Austin also knew that at this point, it was impossible for him to make a comeback.
Finally, Alan Austinâs legs also gave way, and he slumped to the ground.
His eyes seemed empty, as if all his strength was suddenly drained at this very moment.
He looked like a spiritless corpse.
âWhite Mitchell, Iâve lost. Whatever you want, I will give it to you. I donât need anything from the Imperial Group. I will return everything to you. Please, I beg you, spare meâ¦â
Realizing that his fate was sealed, Alan Austin kneeled before White Mitchell and pleaded desperately.
Just a few minutes ago, Alan Austin was envisioning becoming the supreme ruler of Sayon.
But in just a few short minutes, he had fallen from the highest point in heaven straight into infinite hell. The disparity was enough to drive one mad.
He didnât want to die. He truly did not want to die.
Even a dismal survival was better than death. All he wanted now was to keep his life.
In response to Alanâs plea, a chilling smile gradually surfaced on White Mitchellâs face, âSpare you? Haha⦠haha!!â
The mocking laughter, filled with sarcasm, echoed continuously in Alanâs ears, like a bucket of cold water extinguishing the flame of hope.
But Alan could not let go. He couldnât accept such a death.
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. He clenched his teeth and fiercely said, âWhite Mitchell, thereâs a secret I hold.
If⦠If you spare me, I will reveal all that I know.
I originally didnât want to harm you years ago, but someone forced me, threatening that theyâll destroy the Imperial Group if I refuse.
Not only is Imperial Group the fruit of your hard work, but it is also everything to me. I believe you can understand my actions were for the survival of the Imperial Group!â
âAlso, the matter regarding your adoptive father, it wasnât me, I really didnât do anything. It was those people who caused the harm, I merelyâ¦â
Splash!
Right as Alan was desperately pleading with his secret, White Mitchell picked up a battle knife and swung it rapidly.
Instantly, blood spilled, gushing from the wound on Alanâs neck.
White Mitchellâs blade was too fast, so fast it was hard to see.
By the time Alan realized what was happening, it was too late. Even if he grasped his neck to stop the blood loss, the artery had already been severed, and it was gushing out like a broken dam.
The next moment, White Mitchell threw Alanâs body in front of Logan Jonesâs grave.
Seeing Alan in such a state, Grandy Anderson who was already kneeling at Logan Jonesâs grave was frightened, her face turned pale. However, before she could finish speaking, White Mitchellâs battle knife flashed through the air.
After personally slaying the couple, White Mitchell plunged his battle knife into the ground, then knelt heavily in front of Logan Jonesâs grave.
At this moment, White Mitchellâs energy was restrained.
Right now, he was no longer the mighty army leader wielding formidable power, no longer the commander suppressing a region, and he was no longer the infamous foreign killer.
He was just an ordinary man, a regretful man who was indebted to his foster father.
His self-blaming emotions surged like a tide. His eyes were blurred by the mist of sorrow.
âFather⦠Adoptive fatherâ¦â
White Mitchellâs voice became hoarse, and he choked back tears. Memories of the past, warm and endearing, flooded his mind like a rolling film.
The past seemed as if it only happened yesterday.
Yet, when he looked back, he found that everything had changed â people had gone their separate ways, and things no longer remained the same.
âSuperior! Please, grief needs limits; your adopted father will find peace in heaven,â Kylin couldnât help but try to console him.
On one side, Azure Dragon indignantly added, âSuperior, the thing about the old masterâs death is related to a guy called Myles. I found out that he had already left Quanch Prison yesterday.
Most likely, he is on his way to Sayon. Iâll arrange for people to catch that bastard at the airport and bring him here to pay with his life!â
âCount me in!â Kylin immediately agreed, a deep coldness flashing across his face.