Chapter 888
He walked towards her, the ferocity in his eyes dissipated.
"Forget about the past, it’s not worth a place in your heart." he said.
His voice was soft, very different from the man who had been fierce earlier.
Chloe Collins looked down at his reddened knuckles, "Does your hand hurt?" she asked.
Alexander Foster moved slightly, "It should hurt."
They both descended from the arena, while the host hastily tried to smooth things over since the Race hadn’t yet started.
Bennett White’s fight just now was a personal vendetta.
Just as he was about to speak, the main gate was suddenly pushed open.
A dignified and serious man walked in, announcing, "The Leader has arrived —"
Imdiately, everyone stood up. Chloe Collins and Alexander Foster exchanged a look and nodded.
As everyone turned to look at the doorway, Chloe Collins left through the side door.
This newly appointed Leader was young, just into his thirties, codenad Dragon Bone, of the sa generation as Bennett White, and equally accomplished.
When the list was released back then, everyone was discussing that if Bennett White hadn’t resigned, this position would have been his.
"Why did the Leader co?"
"In past Races, which Leader personally attended?"
"Could it be because Bennett White has returned?"
While everyone was discussing, mbers of the Cold Lizard faction suddenly flocked to the Leader, crying for help.
"Leader, Helmsman Boone initially wanted to have a friendly contest with Bennett White, but look at him, what has Boone been beaten into!" they exclaid.
"Leader, you must uphold justice for us! Bennett White is too arrogant!"
"He treated Boone like he was nothing, throwing him into four large water tanks in turn! He severely beat Boone, showing no respect for the dignity of the Dark Alliance!"
"We ask the Leader to uphold justice!" several people shouted in unison.
Wearing a mask was not mandatory for the Leader, but at this mont, Dragon Bone wore a mask that covered his entire face.
He gave a indifferent glance at Boone, who was being supported by two people. Seeing Boone’s dying and miserable condition, he coldly averted his gaze.
He sat down in the high seat and instructed people to bring Boone to the middle to wait.
With a slight flick of his finger, his assistant stepped forward and announced: "The Arena Tournant will be postponed. The Leader has co to handle the matter of Boone colluding with external forces for personal gain."
Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked.
Boone, writhing in pain, had the strength to protest when he heard this, calling out injustice hoarsely.
He glared weakly and coldly at Alexander Foster, "Leader, he defad ... it’s him!"
The Leader’s assistant responded, "The Leader has received the relevant evidence. Today, it’s announced that Boone is stripped of his rank as the Helmsman and expelled from the Dark Alliance, to never be re-employed! In addition, a penalty of 500,000 will be imposed. The position of the Helmsman of the Sixth Fleet will be temporarily filled by the assistant helmsman."
Boone’s face turned from pale to green, "Evidence? I want to see the evidence! This is defamation!"
He cried out in desperation and then, all of a sudden, he collapsed.
The Leader waved his hand and people took him away.
Then, everything resud.
The Arena Tournant officially began.
Alexander Foster sat down on the side, indifferently watching those who were competing on the stage. In his headset, Chloe Collins’ voice ca through.
"He’s already run away. He’s indeed after that platinum shipnt order."
Alexander Foster calmly took a sip of his wine, his indifferent gaze swept towards the stage.
Then, he slowly said, "Boone, I’ll take him."
Hearing this, Dragon Bone, who was sitting nearby, laughed softly, "You co back and leave nothing behind, yet take away one of my people. This is a losing deal for . Why don’t you leave your delicate little wife behind to be my assistant? I won’t treat her badly."
Alexander Foster’s voice was faint, "You’re not worthy."
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