Chapter 268: The Azure Dragon Appears, Noah Weiden Copses!


    Threat!


    An outright threat!


    Noah Weiden was certain in his heart that White Mitchell and his helper wouldn’t dare to kill him.


    At this moment, White Mitchell was standing behind him and confidently walked toward Noah Weiden.


    Upon seeing this, Kylin immediately gathered his energy, and respectfully stood behind him without any presumptuousness.


    Noah Weiden saw White Mitchell approaching him but far from being scared, he became even more arrogant: “White Mitchell! You won’t be pleased for long! If you’re capable, just kill me!


    Do you dare? Are you bold enough to challenge the entire Martial Department? Do you know the consequences of challenging the Martial Department?


    Haha…as long as you dare to touch a single hair on me, even if you hide yourself at the ends of the earth, my Weiden Family will take you out and let you experience a living…”


    With a “pah” sound, before the final word ‘hell’ could escape his mouth, White Mitchell had already seized him by the neck.


    “You!!!” Noah Weiden’s face was full of resentment; a burning sensation arose from his face. White Mitchell’s move felt like a p hitting him hard in the face.


    Rumble…


    At this moment, an engine’s roar prated into everyone’s ears. All of them were taken back a bit and promptly concentrated.


    At this time, Kylin slowly walked to White Mitchell’s side and hesitantly asked, “Honor…the Big Brother. The Sayon armed forces are here, do I need to…”


    As he was speaking, an intense murderous intent shed across Kylin’s eyes.


    White Mitchell nced at Noah Weiden and slowly let him go. With a “thud,” Noah Weiden copsed on the ground, seemingly drained of power.


    However, at this moment, Noah Weiden’s face had be distorted with malice again: “Hahaha…White Mitchell! As I said, you wouldn’t dare!


    The Sayon armed forces are here, so you better wait for your death!!!”


    White Mitchell, hearing this, looked at Noah Weiden as if he was an idiot and then looked at the Sayon armed forces’ vehicle driven towards him.


    This is the Sayon Armed Forces’ war vehicle, only one hade. Through the window, White Mitchell had already seen the face of the assant.


    The Commander of the Sayon Armed Forces, Asher!


    Before the vehicle coulde to a halt, Asher jumped straight out of it and rushed towards White Mitchell with a sense of urgency.


    He wasn’t here to aid Noah Weiden against White Mitchell. Even if he was brave enough, he couldn’t. He came today to plead with White Mitchell to spare Noah Weiden.


    He couldn’t allow Noah Weiden to bring down the whole Martial Department.


    However, he never thought that Noah Weiden, far from showing remorse, became even more arrogant at seeing him: “Asher, you’re just in time! Help me kill all these bastards! Kill them all!


    Asher! What are you standing there for? Are you still fearing the boss of Nezzi Command?


    Are you crazy? This criminal White Mitchell, harm our Martial Arts Soldiers. Even the big boss would side with our Martial Department if he found out!


    If you captured him now, the big boss would definitely look at you with different eyes…”


    Just as Noah Weiden continued yelling at Asher, a yful voice slowly rose: “Oh? Is that so? Since you know that much about my Nezzi Command Center, do you want to sit in my position as the Nezzi War King?”


    This…


    Hearing this voice, Noah Weiden suddenly turned around. His gaze contracted abruptly, and a tingling sensation ran down his spine.


    He saw a bald young man, pushing a wheelchair, slowly appearing in everyone’s view.


    Behind him, followed four or five soldiers in white uniforms, their faces solemn.


    Each one of them emitted a stern aura, so much stronger than the Tiger Guard Soldiers that he brought.


    Just one look was enough to make people feel an unparalleled oppression!


    Given this scenario and the words just spoken by the bald young man, it wasn’t hard to guess his identity!


    The Highest Commander of Nezzi, the Nezzi War King, Mr. Azure Dragon!


    He provides protection for the Dragon Realm’s eastern region and his status is superior. He is a man of great importance.


    He wasn’t simply one of the Twelve Flying Tigers, even the War God of the Martial Department in front of Mr. Azure Dragon would need to behave respectfully.


    Because he is from the White War Department, one of the five War Kings. Merely this identity was enough to avoid any conflict from anyone in the Dragon Realm.


    Having thought of this, Noah Weiden quickly kneeled and said: “I am Noah of the Wubu Flying Tiger Guard, respectfully paying my respects to Mr. Azure Dragon!


    I misspoke earlier, not with any intention of causing offense. It’s just that White Mitchell is extremely malicious and has harmed our Martial Arts Soldiers. In my anxiety, I misspoke.


    I beg for Mr. Azure Dragon to spare me and forgive my recklessness.”


    Noah Weiden didn’t hesitate and directly fell on his knees in front of Mr. Azure Dragon.


    However, from start to end, Mr. Azure Dragon didn’t even give him a nce. He just pushed the wheelchair of the middle-aged man sitting on it and slowly made his way to White Mitchell’s side.


    “Hon….” Mr. Azure Dragon had just started to speak, when Kylin quickly cleared up his throat and signalled towards Mr. Azure Dragon.


    Mr. Azure Dragon paused, then quickly corrected himself and said, “Mr…Mr. Mitchell.”


    Upon hearing this, White Mitchell nodded silently, immediately turning his gaze to the middle-aged man seated in the wheelchair, a faint smile stirring on his face.


    “Turner, how are you here?” White Mitchell asked with a faint smile.


    Sitting on the wheelchair, Turner let out a heartyugh and said unabashedly, “Hahaha… How could I not attend your wedding? If it weren’t for you carrying me for thirty miles that year, I’d have lost my life.”


    At these words, White Mitchell gently shook his head in gratitude. Indeed, it was he who had carried Turner thirty miles across the desert years ago, saving Turner’s life in the process.


    However, it was Turner who had taken a fatal blow meant for him from a hidden enemy. If not for that, he would have fallen on the battlefield long ago.


    Back then, he was a mere rookie soldier who hadn’t been on the force for even half a year, far from the strength he possesses now.


    Turner was his squad leader at the time, leading him on a mission. They were ambushed, barely escaping with their lives. Out of a dozen or so people, only he and Turner survived.


    But for his efforts in saving Mitchell, Turner was left disabled for life.


    With every inch of the past revisited, they seemed as vivid as ever.


    Considering this, White Mitchell firmly told Turner, “Turner, rest assured, now that I’m back, I will definitely uncover our assant from back then, to do justice for you!”


    Upon hearing this, Turner choked back his words. It looked like he had something he didn’t want to say in front of others, and he swallowed his words back down.


    At the same time, Noah Weiden, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, was utterly stupefied.


    The man in the wheelchair, was none other than the famously tough, Instructor Steel Turner!


    The most conspicuous feature of his was the disabled legs.


    But, despite his disability, he was a selflessly tough character, the strictest Instructor at the Nezzi headquarters, notorious far and wide!


    Noah Weiden could never have guessed that White Mitchell had once saved Steel Turner’s life. Even the Azure Dragon War King had to address him as “elder brother.”


    Who…who is he? How does he even have ties with Steel Turner?


    While Noah Weiden stood agape, the Azure Dragon pushing the wheelchair asked for White Mitchell’s confirmation, “Mr. Mitchell, your wedding is about to start, I will handle these small fries, so as not to dirty your hands.”


    Boom!


    On hearing this, Noah Weiden couldn’t help but shudder, as if he had learned some earth-shaking secret. A chill swept over his heart.


    A wedding, a wedding, this is White Mitchell’s wedding?


    So White Mitchell was that big shot; he was the big shot from the Nezzi headquarters!


    Why, why could this be? The information he had explicitly identified was Mitchell being in prison.


    No, no, no!!!


    Clearly, someone had altered the prison records for him, or it was he himself who altered them.


    With ties to the Nezzi headquarters, changing some information was a minor task.


    White Mitchell, you really fooled me so badly!


    Thinking of this, Noah Weiden felt like crying but had no tears, his strength drained, he copsed helplessly.


    Defeated, I’m utterly defeated. Who could have thought, that White Mitchell was that big yer stirring up stormy waves across Sayon?


    No wonder David Herb and the others, knowing his identity, chose to stand with White Mitchell.


    No wonder White Mitchell had such a powerful helper by his side.


    It all makes sense now!!!


    This time, even if his grandfather, Jeremiah Weiden, personally steps in, it might not shake White Mitchell in the slightest.


    At this point, what could he fight him with?


    The most dire thing was his own survival!


    With this thought, Noah Weiden looked desperately at Asher, “Commander Asher, Commander Asher, save me, please save me!”


    Upon hearing this, Asher nced at him coldly, reprimanding scornfully, “Noah Weiden, now you know how to beg? Where was this earlier?


    You think you’re great, your Weiden family is so mighty, even looking down on me! You brought this downfall upon yourself. Now, you want me to save you?


    If I don’t kill you, It will be giving you face!”


    Whoosh!


    Upon hearing this, Noah Weiden copsed, like he had been struck by lightning, petrified on the spot.


    Then, Noah Weiden was tossed out of the venue like a dead dog by Azure Dragon’s men, dropping directly onto the coffins he had brought.


    At this moment, a line of luxury buses pulled into the venue.


    The upbeat people of the Jones Family suddenly noticed Noah Weiden, who had been tossed out by the Martial Arts Soldiers, right under the buses.


    Now, Noah Weiden resembled a homeless dog, being thrown into the coffins he had brought, looking really disheveled.


    Seeing all this, the expressions of the Jones Family instantly froze: “What…what exactly is going on here?”