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Jovon Stanton felt that not only did sothing feel off, but it was also very troubleso.
Martin Lovett, the No. 8 hidden agent, said calmly, “Since Haven Downing is suspicious, there will definitely be trouble in the future. We might as well go all out and kill him in front of everyone at the Global Martial Artist Summit.”
“Killing him would be a big problem. It would be akin to the two great empires falling out. Moreover, who among you has investigated Haven’s strength over the years?”
Brady Thurman said solemnly.
The nine of them frowned.
Now, they had to make a choice.
Stay here to wait for Commander Braydon Neal to arrive.
Or return together to participate in the second roundtable eting that was held by Haven.
They had to choose between the two.
“Korbyn Jessen can stay and not participate, but so of us will need to go back,” Jaziel Sherman said softly.
“I’ll go back.”
Jovon said calmly. He would deal with Haven.
“Haven has a proud and aloof personality, so he might not take you all seriously,” Jaziel said softly.
“In his eyes, the nine of us are no different. In the west, he is as famous as the commander.”
Shawn Jeffcoat, the No. 10 hidden agent, frowned. He knew that Haven was not soone easy to deal with.
He was definitely not easy to deal with!
Coincidentally, at this mont.
A cold wind blew past.
All nine of them held their sword hilts, and their eyes revealed a cold expression. Soone had arrived!
The person who had co was extrely powerful and had escaped their senses.
They only noticed him now that the person was nearby.
“Is everyone here?”
A cold youth in black robes and a black cape stood with his hands behind his back. He walked past the crowd and asked coldly.
The nine of them were dumbstruck!
“What the heck?” Korbyn’s eyes widened.
“Haven Downing?”
Jaziel was incomparably horrified.
Jovon backed off in horror, “You’re the No. 1 hidden agent!”
“No, what’s going on?”
Zyaire Tackett was stunned.
The representatives of the Ten Great Empires at the roundtable eting were all from the Northern Army?
Otherwise, why would Haven suddenly appear and even ask if everyone was here?
If he wasn’t the No. 1 hidden agent, then what was he?
The nine of them stood in the wind in a ss.
Korbyn was the only one who was pissed off. “You’re the No. 1 hidden agent, yet you still inford us to attend the roundtable eting?!”
“Whoever goes will die!”
Haven’s calm words imdiately made one’s hair stand on end.
The Divine General of the west, the strongest genius.
His thods were indeed iron-blooded!
He wanted to slaughter the representatives of the various empires tonight.
“The Ten Great Empires have been targeting the Hansworth martial artist delegation for the past hundred years,” Haven said coldly with his hands behind his back. “Every ti the Global Martial Artist Summit is held, the Hansworth participants are targeted until they die. They are forced to the point where they have no way out. All of them would die in the arena.
“This year’s Martial Artist Summit will be hosted by . Naturally, I won’t allow them to live.”
This was Haven’s attitude.
They wanted to kill the representatives of the various empires tonight.
Even Jovon Stanton felt a chill run down his spine. Luckily, they didn’t go back.
Haven would have arranged a killing trap.
All ten of them had arrived.
No one attended the so-called roundtable eting.
When daybreak ca, the ten of them prepared to make up a report and send it to the various empires.
Night had completely enveloped the land.
Braydon quietly descended upon the mountain peak. He clasped his hands behind his back while riding on his sword. Khalil Zorn and Channing Lestrange were following him.
The elites of the Northern Army were left in the hotel.
“Is everyone here?” Braydon asked with a smile.
“Northern Army No. 1 hidden agent greets my lord!”
The way Haven addressed him was different from everyone else.
He was Braydon’s shadow.
Only Braydon knew how many shadows he had.
Even Luther Carden and the others didn’t know.
As far as he knew, one of the shadows was Haven, and the other was from the Jansky family of Lenver, the owner of the nine-petal Fiery Lotus Mark.
“Jaziel Sherman, No. 2 hidden agent of the Northern Army, greets the commander!” Jaziel knelt down on one knee and said solemnly.
“Northern Army’s No. 3 hidden agent, Lior Neal, greets the commander!”
The third uncle of the Neal family bowed at this mont.
“Uncle Lior, there’s no need for these formalities,” Braydon said softly as he held him up by his arms.
“Formalities cannot be neglected. The commander of the Northern Army is worthy of my formal greeting.”
Lior insisted on bowing.
For the older generation, etiquette was very important.
Moreover, between Braydon and Lior, their relationship was first commander and subordinate.
Second was their relationship as uncle and nephew!
The two could not be confused.
He had to make a clear distinction!
This kind of shallow logic was basically clear to anyone in a high position.
The commander of the Northern Army would naturally do what he should do. He should have the bearing and capabilities of a commander when commanding millions of soldiers.
The ten hidden agents knelt on one knee and said the words that had been hidden in their hearts for many years.
“Co with ,” Braydon said softly. “Let’s talk at the peak.”
A pavilion was built on top of a small hill.
There was a round table in the pavilion, and there were exactly eleven seats.
The food and wine were still warm.
“Please sit,” Braydon said softly.
“As a subordinate of the commander, I can’t sit at the sa table as the commander, nor can I drink side by side with him!”
Jovon’s expression was terrifyingly serious.
The word ‘rules’ was engraved in everyone’s heart.
The rules cannot be overstepped!
Braydon said softly. “We don’t know when we’ll et again in the future!”
“That’s right!”
Korbyn sat down and started pouring wine.
He did not mind.
Haven stood behind Braydon and was silent for a long ti.
“This isn’t the deanor the Divine General of the west should have.” Braydon chuckled. “Haven, sit down.”
“I want to go back to the Northern Army.”
Haven was silent for a long ti before he silently said sothing.
Everyone fell silent.
Looking at the ten hidden agents present, who didn’t want to return to the northern territory?
The Northern Army was their ho!
But now, could they go back?
“Why are you still acting like a child?” Braydon asked softly.
“Can we ever go back?”
Haven looked at Braydon and asked softly.
Braydon looked at him, then at Jovon and the others before saying, “Of course.”
“When?”
Brady’s eyes lit up.
They yearned for an exact answer.
“I’ll personally bring you back after you’ve achieved the supre pinnacle realm,” Braydon said softly.
A light promise ant a lifeti.
Haven took a step forward and released his pressure.
Boom!
The pressure of the heavens and earth descended upon the forest, and all the plants within a radius of ten miles bent over.
Haven looked at Braydon calmly.
Did the words he said just now still count?
He just made that promise!
Braydon was expressionless as he silently watched Haven. Then, the corner of his mouth twitched and spread to his entire face.
“You’re already a supre pinnacle?”
Korbyn’s eyes widened.
Haven was the sa age as Braydon and was Braydon’s shadow.
He was also the Divine General of the west.
When did he enter the supre pinnacle realm?
Jovon and the others were stunned.
“Can you take back to the Northern Army tonight?” Haven asked softly.
“Why didn’t you tell that you’ve entered the supre pinnacle realm?”
Braydon took a deep breath. He didn’t have ti to rejoice as he silently watched Haven.
This guy had tricked Braydon!
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