The second-inmand was puzzled. "Who exactly is this Nash guy that even you, our boss, are wary of?"N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    Pablo gave the second-inmand a sidelong nce. "It''s not just me. Even my younger brother, the major in the Eastern Territory, has to show him respect!" Pablo''s words sounded like muffled thunder in everyone''s ears.


    Well, who here did not know the boss'' younger brother?


    Hernando Larsen was a major in the Eastern Territory, a three-star captain on active duty.


    Even he respected this person named Nash.


    Moreover, it was not just mere respect; it was more like he revered Nash.


    Would that not make Nash equivalent to a colonel?


    Pablo nced lightly at the others. "Do you know how the Green Bamboo Association was wiped out?"


    The Grand Gang''s second-inmand replied, "The Northern Territory suppressed the Green Bamboo Association. A colonel personallymanded the battle!"


    At this revtion, everyone''s expressions froze.


    A colonel was an existence close to that of a war god.


    Pablo continued, "As far as I know, Nash has a very close rtionship with Colonel Ster Orwell from the Northern Territory. When the National Martial Bureau imprisoned Nash in a secret base in Mount Tame, Ster dispatched two elite divisions to rescue Nash...


    "At that time, my brother also went. Four majors from the Western Territory and Eastern Territory all went, but even with the pressure from the National Martial Bureau, it was to no avail for the Northern Territory!"


    With this revtion, both the Grand Gang''s second-inmand and the high-ranking members of the Grand Gang could not help but gasp in shock.


    Joe''s already pale face turned as white as a sheet.


    Despair!


    Utter despair!


    He now hated Bostin to the core.


    He resolved in his heart that he would bury him tomorrow.


    Did he really think he could bewless just because he was a county bully?


    Despite seeing over a thousand people there, he still dared to swagger around. Who on earth gave him such courage?


    "In fact, that''s not even the scariest thing about Nash!"


    Pablo sighed slowly.


    The faces of the crowd turned pale, and their scalps tingled.


    This was not terrifying enough?


    The Northern Territory had dispatched two trump cards to protect him. There was even a possibility that he was Ster''s own son. "Do you know about the gathering at the Empire Hotel in Xanthalos a week ago?"


    Pablo asked in a lowered voice.


    The Grand Gang''s second-inmand blinked. "The gathering you weren''t even qualified to attend?"


    Pablo nodded. "It''s said that Nash hosted that gathering, attracting various business magnates and martial arts families!" Silence.


    Dead silence.


    Everyone felt like arge stone was pressing down on their chests, making breathing difficult.


    Joe chuckled bitterly. "Then surviving under his hand is a stroke of luck in misfortune!"


    "At least you''re well aware. Even if he killed you, we wouldn''t be able to do anything to him. If he


    u now, I''ll personally wants to kill


    hand you


    over to him!


    "I''ve already investigated this matter. It was the folks from Huevo County trying to stir up trouble at someone else''s wake!


    "I''ve told you people before that


    making money is fine, but not all money is worth it. If it weren''t for theck of action from the chief of


    Huevo County and the style of


    Bostin''s group, they would''ve been arrested by the Inspection, Office long ago!


    "This matter ends here. Don''t mention it again in the future. Let''s all disperse!"


    Pablo yawned wearily and turned away.


    Joe closed his eyes and said to their second-inmand, "Help me bury Bostin!"


    ...


    The next day, Hera woke up very early.


    Although she had just fallen asleep not long ago, today was the day of Maria''s funeral. It was scheduled for 8:00 am.


    Even with a slight movement, her whole body ached.


    Hera frowned and took a deep breath. "Damn that husband of mine. He''s always so rough... I hate it!"


    Nash tightened his embrace around the warm and soft body, sayingzily, "Who doesn''t like their husband to be a bit rougher? Do you prefer a quick shooter?"


    "You rogue, pretending to be asleep even after waking up..." Hera blushed and bit Nash''s shoulder.


    "Hehe, it''s not early anymore. Let''s get up. We have over an hour''s drive to Stonywood Vige!"


    Nash got out of bed, picked up Hera,


    iel


    and headed to the bathroom. They did not bathe afterst night''s vigorous activities, so they needed a good wash in the morning