Lucille lifted her cane, about to smack Zeke. “Y... You useless boy. Get lost! Who asked you to sit here?”

Zeke questioned, “Oh? Isn’t this seat for the Great Marshal?”

Everyone was stupefied by his words.

He knows it’s reserved for the Great Marshal, but he still sat on it.

In other words, he’s claiming to be the Great Marshal.

Haha! This is hilarious.

Soon, Ryker, in full military costume, entered the hall with dozens of soldiers.

His presence as a military officer made the atmosphere tense, and the crowd fell silent.

Ryker asked curiously, “What were you laughing about?”

Conrad quickly explained what had happened to Ryker.

After hearing his father’s words, Ryker snarled, “Damn it. How dare this person take the seat meant for the Great Marshal? How dare he claim to be him? This is disrespectful toward the Great Marshal. Men, drag that young man out and send him to the military court.”

“Yes, Sir!”


The soldiers that came with Ryker marched toward Zeke with murderous auras.

The crowd snickered louder.

It did not matter whether the soldiers could win against Zeke or not.

The moment Zeke made a move, he would lose.

Hitting a soldier meant that he was an enemy of the military.

Fearing that Zeke would cower in the last minute and avoid the fight, Zach provoked, “Zeke, aren’t you a good fighter? Come on. Try us. If you don’t fight back, you’re not a man.”

Fearing that Zeke would cower in the last minute and avoid the fight, Zach provoked, “Zeke, aren’t you a good fighter? Come on. Try us. If you don’t fight back, you’re not a man.”

Zeke glanced at Zach and sneered, “You’re a clown.”

You f******...

Zach’s fury spiked to its peak.

Both Lucille and Conrad stood up to move aside, worried that they would be caught in the upcoming fight.

The soldiers surrounded Zeke.

The leading man uttered in a monotonous voice, “Williams, I’d suggest for you to surrender. There’s no point in struggling now. You should know the severity of the crime of assaulting a soldier.”

Zeke reprimanded, “The nation has spent many resources in training you to defend the country and serve the people. Yet, you’re nothing but tools for revenge. How can you wear your military suits with pride?”

The soldier hissed, “F*** you. You’re not qualified to teach us any lessons. Charge, men!”

The soldiers instantly closed in. They then started kicking and punching Zeke.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

After a couple of loud thuds, the soldiers were all lying on the ground, bruised.

On the other hand, Zeke had remained untouched, without a scratch. In fact, he was still seated in his chair.

The crowd let out a collective gasp.

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