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Chapter 198: Chapter 138 ‘Martial Saint’, ‘Ultimate Sublimation’ and ‘End’ (Seeking Subscriptions)_3

But no one responded to him.

Instead, he was met with the chill of specially made handcuffs.

The coldness around his wrists made the elderly man’s eyes somewhat hazy.

He seemed to see his like-minded classmates from decades ago, he seemed to see his former spirited silhouette.

This scene unfolded simultaneously across numerous locations in the Federation.

The action of Strategic Third Bureau was extremely swift.

However, not everyone responded passively like Constantine, most people chose to resist fiercely and then attempt to escape.

But escape was certainly not achievable.

After all, the person in charge of this operation was one of the Federation’s three Great Grandmaster-level Eighth Grade Martial Artists, Wesley Yorke!

This time the Federation’s action was significant, everyone realized the severity of the situation.

Some people with ulterior motives kept their thoughts to themselves.

Of course, these people were in the minority, most people contributed even the slightest bit of strength for the Federation, for themselves, and for the world.

The fast forward button of time was pressed again, fifty years passed in an instant.

And in the rapidly developing Federation, fifty years had brought about many many changes.

The members of the Federation Council were replaced time and time again.

William Yorke, Carson Dutton, Victoria White, and countless others stepped down from the stage of history.

A new generation took over the predecessors, becoming the second batch of pioneers.

thing that remained unchanged was the Speaker of

an indispensable part of

world had been peaceful for fifty years, and developed

rock hanging over the heads of Federation citizens seemed

knew that this was just the

City, Third

had the appearance of a middle-aged man, it

top of the Strategic Center was

been any information transmitted

Milton Cheney asked softly.

shook his head: “There hasn’t, we can only

appearance of a middle-aged man, his talent

there was no doubt that Wesley Yorke was the son of the

a new Subspace was discovered in the Southern District. Even though it was cleaned

Milton Cheney said.

a word, his gaze

you think there’s meaning in what

Milton Cheney cheerfully said.

“Yes!”

talk less as you get older, I remember you used to talk

with a smile, ribbing Wesley

gets, the less lovable they became

that, he exhaled lightly, then began to speak: “No, I still don’t agree with your plan, it has to be me who

am now stronger than you are,

can die,

said seriously. It was not the first time he had said such words. Milton Cheney’s face didn’t change upon hearing these

have already agreed, and the

I disagree! I demand to initiate a new council session,

affected

said that, he prepared to leave

Cheney was someone he had grown up with. Besides his own father, Milton Cheney was the