Chapter 0245

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Briscoe’s face turned ghostly pale as he faced Alexander, his will to fight completely shattered,

The War Temple Lord…….

That title, that rank, loomed over him like an insurmountable peak, shaking him to his core.

Forget Briscoe. Not even 10 or 100 like him could have made a ripple in front of the formidable War Temple

Lord.

“Miss Chesire is…” Briscoe started, his voice laced with despair so profound that it seemed to carve into his soul.

“My men took her out to sea on a fishing boat headed for Umbracia. They’re planning to sell her off at the black market. If my guess is right, she’s already hit international waters by now…”

International waters.

Alexander remained stoic, cutting Briscoe off with a swift palm strike.

Briscoe, the Grandmaster of the fighter community, possessing peak energy transformation strength, was slapped in the head. Without a hint of resistance crossing his mind, he collapsed on the spot and died.

this day forward, the northern Ellis

final words, Alexander turned on his heel and marched to the nearest Eagle Wing jet. A commanding gesture from

The jet took off.

was off to Umbracia, to save

was as dark as

stars, a 20-meter fishing boat cut swiftly through the open sea. Waves frothed at its sides as it left the East Sea behind, venturing into the lawless

“Hey, Eagle!”

at the cabin with a sinister grin. “We’re off to Umbracia, and we’re going to be at sea for over a week. Got nothing better to do, so why not have a little fun with that woman? Let’s enjoy ourselves,

with sun-darkened skin, laughed low in his throat. “You talking about Amber? The hotshot from New Chesire Group, Ol’ Mare’s finest?

us? Let’s

low, menacing chuckle, the two men made their way to the lower

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Meanwhile, below deck…

floor, her mouth sealed with layers of tape, her body

the marks of a brutal

sit up, her hands working

fraying, the knots loosening.

“What’s this?”

entered, their eyes raking over Amber’s form before one sneered. They moved closer, eyeing the frayed rope. “Thought you could run? Don’t you know where you are? We’re on international waters! Even if you break free, where could you possibly go? Stupid

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