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He, Harris Flitwick, was an advanced eighth-level War God.
And Zayn Zieglerâs seventh-level War-God strength was slightly weaker than his.
In addition, the Flitwick family was deeply rooted in the three provinces of the Central Plains, and they had the Flitwick family in the capital behind them.
Harris did not have any respect for Zayn.
This kind of martial artist could already be rated as dangerous.
They would then be hunted down!
Zayn chuckled. âOf course. With the power of the Flitwick family, I wouldnât be surprised even if Dominic Lowe came forward. Lenny Flitwick, the official of the Mountain Division, had already asked me to release him!â
âThen, why didnât you let him go?â
Harrisâ eyes flashed with anger.
They did not expect Zayn to be so stubborn. Lenny, the official of the Mountain Division, was a big shot of the Flitwick family.
Lenny had already spoke, but Zayn still refused to let Robert Flitwick go.
âRobert Flitwick is a martial artist from an aristocratic family. Colluding with the deputy commander of our team is a capital crime!â Zayn said indifferently.
âNot to mention that he attacked the Preston main team. According to the law, we can even kill your whole family!â
Killing intent appeared in Zaynâs tiger eyes.
If a martial artist attacked the Preston main teamâs base, it would cause a huge ruckus.
If the governor office intervened, even if they could not touch the Flitwick family in the capital, it was more than enough to touch the Flitwick family in the provincial capital!
When the capital garrison moved out, ordinary people would not be able to stop them.
Harris laughed in anger. âLetâs see who is more powerful today.â
After saying that.
Harris was not going to fight Zayn to the death.
This was because Robert was his biological son.
His own son was detained by Zayn in the Preston main team base, and it was clearly stated that he had been sentenced to death.
If he did not save him now and gave Zayn time to spare, he would probably secretly execute Robert.
Robert was the old manâs son.
If he did not save him, who else would?!
Zayn would definitely not give in.
Harris would not back down either. If he did, his son would die.
This old man did not know that his sonâs corpse was already cold.
Harris took out his phone and dialed a number.
There was a short silence, but no one answered.
However, the atmosphere was a little depressing and scary.
Zaynâs eyes were cold, and a trace of disdain flashed past his eyes.
Today, even if Harris invited a God, it would be useless. He had no idea who was playing the game today.
The Flitwick family could not afford to offend this chess player.
In the next moment.
When the call was connected, an old voice with a dignified aura said, âHarris?â âUncle, you have to save Robert!â Harris begged.
âDonât worry,â the old voice said calmly. âIâve heard. A small commander canât cause much trouble. Iâve already asked Lenny to go there personally. Robert will be fine! n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âAll these years, your branch has managed all kinds of businesses for the family. You have worked hard and contributed a great deal. The family will not treat you badly. In a few years, send Rowan and Robertâs children to the capital! âThe conditions here are better than where you areâ¦â
The old man on the other end of the phone spoke in a way that was different from the others.
He was trying to win the hearts of the people!
Harris said gratefully, âUncle, Iâm happy that you have us in your heart. However, Iâm at the entrance of the Preston main team base and donât see
Lenny!â
âWhat?â
The old man was a little surprised and said seriously, âLenny should have already arrived at the Preston main team base. You really didnât see him?â
âNo, Iâm at the entrance of the Preston main team base. I havenât entered yet.â
Harris had a bad feeling.
âWho are the people in the Preston main team?â the old man asked.
âJust Zayn Ziegler alone!â Harris said.
âImpossible!â the old man on the other end growled. âWeâve lost contact with Lenny. He didnât pick up his phone. The satellite has locked onto his communication wristwatch, and heâs in the Preston main team base!â
âWhat?â
Harris was shocked.
Who was Lenny?
He was the official of the Mountain Division, a seventh-level marquis.
To Harris, he was a big shot in the capital.
But now, Lenny was in the Preston main team base. Knowing that Harris was here, how could he not appear?
Moreover, with Zaynâs strength, he could not detain Lenny.
Unlessâ¦
The old man on the other end of the phone shouted angrily, âHarris. leave now. This game of chess in Preston is not played by Zayn Ziegler, but by someone else!â
Harris felt his hair stand on end.
He was truly afraid.
He realized that this was a trap.
What was even more terrifying was that the dignified commander, Zayn Ziegler, was actually a pawn!
Basically, he could confirm that todayâs plot was targeted at the Flitwick family.
Who was the person playing chess behind the scenes?
Harris felt a chill run down his spine, straight to the back of his head.
âSince youâre here, donât be in a hurry to leave.â
âWho are you?â
Harris stared at Old Man Zito and felt a sense of danger.
Old Man Zito smiled foolishly. âIâm just an old village man.â
âHe was the vice commander of the Ludwig army, Frazer Zito. When he was famous, even the Flitwick family in the capital feared him!â
Sammy Dudley took a step forward and said in a serious voice.
Old Man Zito could look down on himself, but the people around Braydon respected him a great deal.
âFrazer Zito, the vice commander of the Ludwig army?â Harris was stunned.
âWho are you, then?â
âNorthern armyâs Sammy Dudley!â
Sammy released his pressure which swept over to Harris.
Today, they were waiting for the fish to take the bait in Preston main team.
They had no intention of letting these aristocratic family martial artists go.
However, before the call ended, the old manâs furious voice came through. âLudwig armyâs vice commander, Frazer Zito, is a ninth-level king. Northern armyâs Sammy Dudley, a hidden agent for ten years in Namar, already conferred the title of marquis!
âHarris, escape now. This game of chess in Preston is played by King Braydon.
âRobert and Lenny are probably already dead.â
The old voice on the phone was filled with shock and anger.
He had never thought that the matter in Preston would be controlled by King Braydon.
Lenny and Robert would not be able to escape death if they fell into his hands!
This was a trap set by King Braydon. Whoever went to Preston main team base today would die.
Harrisâ phone slipped from his hand. He stared at Zayn and said hoarsely, âIs the Northern King controlling everything?â
âWhat do you think?â
Zaynâs gaze was very cold.
âWhere are Robert and Lenny?â Harris asked. âSentenced to death on the spot!â
Zaynâs answer was very cold and heartless.
Martial artists from aristocratic families did not know how to respect and fear. If they dared to interfere in the matters of the Preston main team, they were courting death.
Harrisâ eyes reddened in grief, âI want to avenge my son. Today, all of you will die. The Preston main team and the Central Plains team are nothing in the eyes of our family!â
His voice was filled with resentment.
A white-robed figure moving extremely quickly suddenly appeared.
When everyone came back to their senses, they saw Braydon tanding in front of Harris with his hands behind his back. He smiled lightly.. âIs that so?â