Chapter 54: Who is He After All?


    Trantor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio


    Woo woo woo…


    A war vehicle from the Sayon Supervision Department swiftly bypassed the crowd and drove straight to the scene.


    Immediately after, the car door swung open, and a figure of righteous aura stepped out.


    Bentley!


    It was Bentley, the key figure of the Sayon Supervision Department!!!


    When Longman saw Bentley, he was even happier than if he had seen his ancestors.


    No matter how tough Amanda was, no matter how strong the man before him was, what could they do to him? At the worst, he would go back with Bentley for a few days.


    Could Amanda dare to barge into the Supervision Department?


    With this thought, Longman excitedly said to Bentley, “Director, take me back, take me back, quickly.”


    In a “ready-to-be-arrested” manner, he even took the initiative to extend his hands towards Bentley.


    But at this moment, two cold clicks suddenly sounded.


    Bullets being loaded?


    Taken aback, Longman had not yet reacted when, in the next moment, Bentley pressed the loaded gun against Longman’s shiny bald head.


    Whoosh!


    Longman shivered instantly, cold sweat gushing from his forehead, “Di… Director, let’s… let’s talk this out, can you remove the gun first, I’m afraid it might go off.”


    Longman was genuinely terrified, as he had distinctly heard the sound of the bullets being loaded.


    This just meant that Bentley was not merely trying to frighten him, but was actually having murderous intentions.


    What was all this fuss about? Even when he had voluntarily asked to be arrested, Bentley drew his gun!!?


    If something went wrong, and he was really shot dead, there would be nowhere for him to cry injustice.


    “So, now you know how to talk nicely with me? When you were assembling this huge crowd, did you think of having a civil conversation with me?


    Huh? Has it been too long since we had you over for tea, and you’ve forgotten who your ancestors are, haven’t you?


    Get over there and apologize on your knees!” Bentley kicked Longman’s shin.


    This…


    Frightened like a partridge, Longman’s sinister bald head was covered with cold sweat.


    He hadn’t expected that Bentley would take Amanda’s side and order him to go apologize.


    When did Amanda grow such close ties with Bentley?


    Longman muttered curses under his breath, and obediently walked towards Amanda.


    Yet, at this moment, Bentley kicked him again, “You fucker, you brought all these people here without even knowing who you’ve offended?”


    This…?


    Longman wore a befuddled expression, ncing at Bentley, then back at Amanda, feeling more and more puzzled.


    Next, Longman saw Bentley respectfully walking up to Kylin, saluting him with his legs together, “Sayon Supervision Department’s Bentley reporting for duty asmanded, awaiting your instructions, Sir!”


    Whoosh!


    Seeing this, Longman inwardly shivered. So, it turned out that Bentley was neither here for Amanda nor for him, but for the man in front of him!


    And Bentley called him ‘Sir’.


    What was his status?


    Longman felt a little faint as all this unfolded before his eyes.


    Could a person whomanded Bentley’s respect be ordinary?


    Longman hurriedly walked towards Kylin, about to kneel down and beg for mercy as his knee bent.


    But at this moment, Kylinpletely ignored him and slowly returned to White’s side, guarding him like a loyal protector.


    At this point, not only did Longman not understand what was happening, so did Bentley.


    The Azure Dragon had only told him that a big shot wasing to Sayon. When he saw Kylin, he instinctively thought the big shot Azure Dragon mentioned was Kylin.


    After all, Kylin was the War King of the Middle Region, the foremost among the five War Kings of the White War Department. But he hadpletely misjudged the situation; Kylin wasn’t the main man!


    The main person was the schrly-looking young man in front of him.


    What exactly is his identity…?


    A tremor passed through Bentley’s heart. He was about to ask when the indifferent voice of Kylin echoed: “Director Bentley, I hope you’d understand what questions are worth asking and what not.”


    “Yes, yes…” A shocked Bentley nodded apprehensively and gave White a threatening nce, quickly withdrawing his gaze.


    After seeing this, Longman felt his legs go weak, his body trembling non-stop, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead as if a dam had burst.


    He had thought that Kylin was already formidable enough, considering Bentley had to give him room.


    Who would’ve imagined that Kylin was merely subordinate to the person in front of him?


    No wonder Amanda stood obediently behind him, no wonder she ignored Longman so utterly.


    She must have known all along that this man was far from ordinary and had aligned herself with him!


    Who the hell is he?


    Longman finally realized that he had provoked someone he shouldn’t have. He had messed with someone untouchable!


    With a thud, Longman could no longer hold it in and kneeled directly in front of White.


    Who on earth is he?


    Longman, kneeling on the ground, started to panic. The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. Eventually, he dared not specte any further.


    Longman trembled all over and quickly crawled to White, begging: “I’m sorry. I, Longman, was blind and offended you.


    I’m loud-mouthed, arrogant and deserve to die. I really didn’t mean it. Please, forgive me this time.


    I promise never to do something this foolish again. If you tell me to go east, I promise I won’t go west.


    Even if you order me to jump into the River Arch, and if I so much as flinch, I


    am not a human…”


    Seeing the state of Longman pleading earnestly and fearfully, his men were stunned on the spot.


    Was this the same Longman who acted arrogantly and unscrupulously?


    Was this the same man who covered the sky with one hand in Sayon?


    At this moment, everyone was struck dumb. They also felt a deep dread for White’s identity.


    If even Longman couldn’t afford to provoke him, let alone them, mereckeys.


    Meanwhile, Ezekiel, who thought of himself as even less than Longman’s men, was trembling all over, unable to believe his eyes as he stared at White.


    He suddenly felt as if there was a gaping chasm between them. He hardly recognized White.


    Who is he? Who is he? Who is he…?


    Ezekiel kept asking himself these questions, his face growing increasingly confused, when Longman’s scold snapped him out of his thoughts.


    “Where is that fucking hooligan called Ezekiel? Bring him to me! Fuck! I will chop him into pieces!” Longman’s roar, like thunder, struck Ezekiel’s heart.


    Ezekiel trembled, instinctively wanting to run away, but found that his legs, shivering uncontrobly, would not obey him.


    Oh no!


    This is the end!


    Terrified, the next moment, two burly men grabbed him.


    A panic-stricken Ezekiel began to plead: “Spare me. It’s not my fault. I really didn’t know anything, this has nothing to do with me.


    It really has nothing to do with me. It’s Ivan who forced me to do this, it’s Ivan who did it….”