Dragon Realm War Department?
Upon hearing this, White Mitchell only gave a faint smile, not responding explicitly to Georgeâs question, but rather retorted, âWell, what do you think?â
Huh!?
Such a response was evidently not quite satisfactory to George. He was even somewhat irate upon hearing it.
âFuck! I am asking you a question here, answer me correctly. Otherwise, even if you want to switch sides, I wonât give you the chance!â George stated indifferently, fully aware of the gravity of the situation.
If White Mitchell and his crew do belong to the Dragon Realm War Department, George would have to ascertain their underlying purpose.
Knowing all too well that the Heavenly Gang City, where he resided, was over a million miles away from the ambit of the Dragon Realm War Department.
By all odds, there was no way an army of three thousand could appear from such a distant place.
Should a real fight breakout, itâll be akin to having your backyard set aflame.
If White Mitchell and his people are indeed part of the Dragon Realm War Department, their very presence here would be a miracle; a greater, more sinister plot must lie behind this.
Of course, George had considered whether White Mitchell and his people came from elsewhere.
However, this assumption was soon dismissed.
Without going into any other details, just White Mitchell who possessed Innate Third Stage strength, almost rivaling his own. Had he not spent time in the Falcon Battle Department, he probably wouldnât stand a chance against him.
Such a strong warrior, in Georgeâs view, could have only been honed in the Forbidden Land.
As for elsewhere, such a formidable warrior could not emerge.
Hence, George was quite convinced that White Mitchell rose from the Forbidden Land and did not hail from outside.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The only thing he needed to clarify now was whether White Mitchell indeed belonged to the Dragon Realm War Department.
If he did, George wouldnât hesitate to execute him at this very moment and stop wasting time on unnecessary chatter.
However, White Mitchell still showed no intention of directly responding to Georgeâs questions after hearing him out.
This fueled Georgeâs suspicion even more.
George stealthily signaled to his subordinates.
Those close to him knew that whenever George issued this signal, it meant he was preparing to combat.
Clearly, the more White Mitchell concealed, the thicker Georgeâs intention to kill him grew.
Just as George was about to engage, White Mitchell lightly retorted, âIf you think I hail from the Dragon Realm War Department, go ahead, no need to hesitate.
Itâs just us, we wonât be able to get far either. So itâs better off having a showdown with you.
Letâs see who will bring down the deer this time. If I happen to lose, well, it doesnât really matter. Itâs just a life after all. But, in the off chance I win, hehe, the City Lordâs position is mine to claim!â
Hearing these words, Georgeâs murderous intention dwindled quite a bit.
But, there was still some left.
In his view, White Mitchell was a madman, who seemed a tad uncontrollable.
Recruiting him would place George in a quandary over whether itâs a blessing or a curse.
Imagine if this fellow secretly worked behind his back. Given his strengths, he would certainly cause George major problems.
âSince youâre hell-bent on courting death, Iâll help you achieve that!â Eventually, George mustered his resolve. As he raised his hand, the strong warriors behind him swiftly rushed forward.
But, just as these warriors launched into action, a sequence of hurried footsteps seemingly emitted from all directionsâ¦