“It’s okay, you did great!”


    Nash helped Robert up and said, “I had a hunch you were being threatened when I picked up your call,


    so I understand your predicament. It’s not your fault!”


    He then took out his phone and checked his WhatsApp group chat to see if the others were done.


    Bertram was the first to inform the group.


    He sent a ‘mission aplished’ gif three minutes ago.


    Ash also sent a text message one minute ago.


    Nash texted: [Done on my side.]


    Not long after, Carlos, Ayne, and Eric also reported in.


    Nash then sent a voice message asking them to bring all the


    apprentices here.


    After waiting a little longer, Nash noticed Felicity and Jaxon had not


    reported in.


    Nash frowned slightly.


    Did they run into unexpected trouble?


    Jaxon was exceptionally skilled. He should not have any problem.


    even if he were up against two of the Freeman brothers.


    Felicity texted in the group: [Mission aplished.]


    Seeing her reply, Nash breathed out a sigh of relief.


    All was well. They just had to travel farther than the rest, hence the


    Arthur and the four Freeman brothers were drinking tea at the family


    vi.


    Harold said with gritted teeth, “I didn’t expect Nash to have such


    powerful friends!”


    They got word about Nash retaking the Martial Arts Association.


    In the event that any one of the martial arts halls was retaken from them, they would be immediately


    notified by a messenger. The Freemans would then order the mass ughter of the remaining six


    halls as a warning to Nash.


    That was supposed to be the n. They never expected Nash to hit up all seven halls at once. By the


    time they got word, it was already


    toote.


    Gabriel mmed his fist on the table and said furiously, “Urgh! Does


    he have like six arms or something?! Screw it! Are any of you up for a


    fight?”


    It was not the first time Nash had messed up their ns. The


    Freemans were really pissed off this time.


    Suddenly, Harold received a phone call.


    His expression darkened as he said, “What?!”


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    The voice on the other end said, “The Warden of the Southern Territory has left Xanthalos! He took all


    of his men with him!”


    Harold hung up the call and dialed Artoile’s number, his fury in on


    his flushed face.


    The call did not go through. Artoile must have switched off his phone.


    Damn it!


    Harold’s eyes gleamed with a murderous intent.


    Yeti asked, “The Warden of the Southern Territory left Xanthalos?”


    Harold nodded and said, “Yeah. I tried inviting the other Wardens, but all of them declined my offer. It


    wasn’t easy, but somehow, I managed to persuade the Warden of the Southern Territory to join our


    forces. And yet he betrayed us!”


    Yeti sneered and said, “I bet it’s because of Nash!”


    Gabriel said again, “I’ve had enough of this shit. Let’s go beat the crap


    out of them. What do you say, brothers? You guysing?”


    Yeti nodded and said, “Of course, I’m in! You don’t know how long I’ve


    been waiting for this!”


    Harold frowned and said, “Nobody’s going anywhere! Sit down!”


    “But Harold…”


    Gabriel’s gaze hardened with anger upon hearing Harold’s words. He


    wanted to vent his anger, but he respected Harold’s wishes.


    “That bastard is attending the ceremony tomorrow. We can just kill


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    him then! I can’t wait to put his head on a spike!”


    Harold took a deep breath and tried to rein in his anger.


    He wanted to kill Nash more than anything, but he had more important things to do. Lots of Mystique


    Loyalty Realm martial artists were arriving today, and he needed to be there.


    Besides, Nash’s friends were all in the Mystique Loyalty Realm as


    well. It would only cause panic among the public if they were to fight


    now.


    This would, in turn, cause unnecessary trouble for the bureau.


    As such, Harold had no choice but to tamp down his fury for now.


    As he slumped back in his seat, he suddenly received another phone


    call.


    The number was from an eight-division great grandmaster whom he had previously assigned to be


    stationed at headquarters.


    Harold answered the call coldly, “I’ve already been informed o


    situation. Retreat for now.”


    “Which of the Freeman brothers am I speaking to? The second one


    Oh well, whatever. I just wanted to tell you I’ming for you next. I’d


    start saying my prayers if I were you!”