Lucas got up and walked to Theo. “Do you know who’s behind the National Martial Bureau?”
“I don’t care. Who are they to arrest Nash?
“The Green Bamboo Association has been established for decades, and they’re above thew in
Sagen. Do you think the bureau did anything when they were dominating the market?”
Theo was fuming, and he raised his voice as he spoke.
Lucas sighed. “The bureau has the warden of the Eastern and
Southern Territory behind them. Even the Kleins won’t dare to offend the bureau, let alone us. You
should think about this.”
After he said that, Lucas went upstairs.
Theo looked at Sherman and asked, “Are you going to stop me?”
Sherman shook his head. “I’m going to save him with you.”
Theo let out a sigh of relief on the inside. “Tell ck King to dispatch all detectives to find Nash!”
That night, Capiton and Jonford were in chaos.
A seven-story building built in the wilderness had heavy troops guarding a radius of 100 meters of its
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vicinity.
This was the headquarters of the National Martial Bureau.
A Jeep drove unimpeded to the outside of the building’s courtyard wall.
A man in a suit and sunsses got out of the car before jumping onto the seventh floor. After that, he
grabbed a window with both. hands and got in.
This was the meeting room of the National Martial Bureau.
At this time, more than 20 people were sitting around an oval conference table.
“Neen, can you please use the entrance next time?”
An old man with white hair red at him.
Every time there was a meeting, he would climb in through the window.
He was not worried that he would be thrown out by the bureau head.
“I was worried you’d wait too long.”
As he said that, the man peered at the long-haired young man on the main seat who was resting his
eyes!
“Did you find anything?”
The same old man asked.
Neen nodded. “Yes, they’re going to Jonford to save Nash.”
The old man chuckled bitterly. “I knew Philix would do something.”
“What’s their rtionship?”
The long-haired young man opened his eyes. A red light shed past his eyes.
His voice sounded gentle and reserved.
“Nash is the savior of Philix, the warden of the Northern Territory. At the same time, they’re sworn
brothers,” Neen removed his sunsses and answered respectfully.
The long-haired young man nodded and closed his eyes again.
Neen looked at the old man who lectured him just now. “Great Elder, from what I know, the Smiling
Grim Reaper only kills diabolical people. So, I don’t think he’s the one behind what happened in Purple
Church.”
After he said that, a fat man sitting opposite him mocked, “Neen, are you scared of Philix?”
Neen rolled his eyes at the fat man. “I’m just telling the truth.”
The Great Elder stroked his goatee and said, “Bobby and his men are investigating this. If it’s really not
Nash, they’ll let him go.”
Neen murmured, “I think something’s up with Third Elder.”
Once he said that, everyone shifted their attention to him.
There were 20 elders in the National Martial Bureau, and Neen was the second tost, so how dare
he suspect Third Elder?
The fat man was thest elder, so he leaned against his chairzily and looked at Neen with a half
smile.
He felt that he was going to rece Neen soon.
The Great Elder asked, “What else did you find?”
Neen looked around and shook his head. “N-Nothing. I just said that Third Elder is right.”
He was at the peak of the Profound Reality Realm, so he was considered a top master outside.
However, within the National Martial Bureau, he was the second tost.
Among the rest, every one of the elders could do anything to him except for that damn fatso.
If something was up with Third Elder, the people who were siding with him would surely cause trouble
to Neen.
The long-haired young man stood up from his chair and said calmly, Meeting adjourned. We’ll just let
Third Elder take care of his own mess.”