The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 133 The Truth

Although Luna Wilkinson appeared calm on the surface, her heart was already in turmoil. She never expected to be targeted by someone as powerful as Commander Gardner. She had little hope of surviving this ordeal.

The name of Commander Gardner was enough to fill her with despair.

"You're really asking for it!" Casey narrowed his eyes as he raised his hand to attack.

Luna Wilkinson was obviously teasing Billy.

"Casey!" Billy spoke up in a low voice and then turned his attention to Luna Wilkinson.

"I'll give you some advice, let him go and come with us. If you cooperate, there might still be a chance for you to live."

Luna Wilkinson giggled and said, "I didn't expect Commander Gardner to have such a sense of humor!"

"This is your only chance. Don't you want to take it?" Billy spoke again in an indifferent tone.

Wilkinson smiled flirtatiously once more. "If even your esteemed Commander

all these people hostage will protect you from

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you help me with

it?" Luna Wilkinson's suspicions

years ago about the Miles family in

replied, "I am the adopted son of Truman Miles. I was lucky enough to escape death

her face full of horror. She finally understood why Bill was afraid

will taste a fate worse than death!" Luna Wilkinson collapsed on the ground with an expression of endless despair on her face. She had no doubt that what Billy said was true. It would be too easy for someone at his

in a trembling voice, "I only met him once and he was in disguise. All I know is that he comes from one of the noble families in the capital city. He offered billions as compensation

because of you,” Luna Wilkinson took a deep breath and responded.

mean!?" Billy's

is to get their hands on a jade

all over. In his mind, he saw the dragon-shaped

had always thought it was just an ordinary piece of valuable jewelry and never imagined it held

our identity as members of Ink Pavilion. Instead, they want other: to think it's just someone

to help. Then I went to the heads of three other families in Ozin who were