Bobby stepped out of the helicopter and leaped onto the lookout tower in one swift move. He grabbed


    the microphone from Frank and said, “I’m Bobby Olsen, the Third Elder of the National Martial Bureau.


    “Nash Calcraft is involved in a major and heinous murder case, so we can’t release him in the


    meantime!”


    “Damn it!”


    A cold light shed through Xylon’s sharp eyes, and he slowly raised his right hand. The tanks’ gun


    barrels rotated with the action and were now aiming at the base.


    The thousands of soldiers present had also swiftly disengaged the safety locks on their firearms.


    Various weapons were ready to be unleashed. With a wave of the major’s hand, they would


    immediately turn the base into ruins.


    Frank quickly said, “Elder Olsen, this is Xylon Meyer from the Northern Territory’s Eighth Ace Force


    we’re dealing with. He has a violent temper and might resort to direct action!”


    Bobby snorted. “If he wants to act, let him. Does he really think the National Martial Bureau is


    defenseless?”


    As a Mystique Loyalty Realm expert, he was more than capable of resisting their weapons.


    “Old Meyer, calm down!” Flynn roared as he approached the man with a few other deputy majors.


    At that moment, several helicopters were slowly descending from the sky. They came from the Eastern


    Territory. Fighter jets had also flown in from the Southern Territory. The once quiet Mount Tame was


    now. a flurry of activity.


    Arge number of fighter jets were circling the sky, leaving Frank stunned. Were the Eastern and


    Southern Territories also intervening now?


    However, Bobby’s lips curled slightly into a smirk. “The leaders of the Eastern and Southern Territories


    have close ties with the National Martial Bureau’s prime minister. I want to see if they have the courage


    to act today.”


    Among the Eastern Territory’s helicopter team was a stern-looking elderly man in a four-star military


    suit. “Major Lyon!”


    Excited by the man’s presence, Frank quickly jumped down from the lookout tower and ran to the old


    man, saluting him. “Major Lyon!”


    With kind-looking features, Hudson Lyon smiled and greeted, “Little Gomez, long time no see! It’s been


    15 years!”


    Warm tears welled up in Frank’s eyes as he felt a lump form in his throat. Hudson was the general of


    the Eastern Territory and also Frank’s former superior. 15 years had passed, and the once mighty


    warrior had turned into an elderly man with a head full of white hair.


    “Yes, time flies. It’s been 15 years since you retired!”


    Hudson smiled bitterly.


    “Old Lyon, long time no see!”


    At this moment, the Southern Territory’s general, Major Anderson


    Jones, walked over with a gentle smile.


    Hudson smiled. “Major Jones, long time no see!”


    “I heard the Northern Territory is causing trouble, picking a fight with the National Martial Bureau. Has


    Philix lost his mind? Why are they fighting among themselves?”


    Anderson said without even bothering to conceal the mockery in his tone. He was a man in his 50s and


    was tall. He had graying temples and a pair of piercing hawk-like eyes


    Hudson smiled lightly and replied, “He has his reasons for doing so.”


    Then, the man turned to Frank and said, “Little Gomez, tell us what’s going on here.”


    Frank exined to both of them about Elder Olsen’s capture of Philix’s lifesaver.


    Outside the base, Flynn had climbed onto a tank and made his way Xylon’s side. “See that? The


    majors of both the Eastern and Souther Territories have arrived!”


    Xylon’s face had taken a somewhat unpleasant appearance as he contemted the situation. “To think


    that the National Martial Bureau has both the Eastern and Southern Territories supporting them. That’s


    something.”


    “Even without the Eastern and Southern Territories intervening, you shouldn’t be acting so recklessly.


    Do you really think you can just meddle with rtionships at the state capital level?” Flynn said.


    Xylon nced at the man discontentedly. “Do you actually think the Warden failed to inform the capital?


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    Of course, he did. The capital isn’t intervening in this matter. Why would the Warden go to such great


    lengths to have us cross mountains and rivers toe to Jonford otherwise?”