NovelEnglishChapter 1179
The phone on the table began ringing.
Zachariah was calling.
Saul picked up the phone and said in a pleasant voice, “Hello,
Governor...”
“Things will pick up for the Eves tomorrow,” Zachariah said in a calm
voice.
Saul’s good mood beceven better. “Thank you, Governor. I've already sent someone over with sgifts.
Please do accept them!”
Entrepreneurs still had to bow down to the authorities.
What did it matter if Melody was powerful? She still had to bow down to the governor, did she not?
“Thank you, but I'll pass on the gifts. | just hope you'll reconsider your decision regarding the layoffs. Those
employees don’t have it easy either!” Zachariah said in a displeased tone.
“You're a just man, Governor. | respect that. I'll make sure to treat you to a good meal sother day!”
Saul was in a great mood.
Most of the losses had cfrom the plummet in shares, but he had already gained control over that situation.
The shareholders could still be placated for now, so the share price would soon rise in value again as long as he
managed to gain control
over Melody..
After Zachariah hung up the phone, Saul relayed the news to his son and grandson. All three generations of the
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smiles on their faces.
Over 200 people congregated on Freeman Manor's grounds.
They were all martial artists. The four core men of the Freeman family had dedicated tand resources to
training them.
Even the weaker ones had achieved the third division of the Energy Cultivation Realm, while the more talented
ones were already at the
grandmaster level.
They were, alongside the Freeman Martial Alliance, part of the Freeman family’s most treasured asset.
Three coffins were placed in the living room.
The Freeman family men were gathered there as well. There were
about 20 of them in the group.
All of them had tears on their faces, and an air of melancholy hun
around them.
Arthur, who was Harold's grandson, spoke in a furious voice as his eyes turned red. “No one in Sagen has ever
dared cross the Freeman family. He must die tonight. | don’t care who he is!”
Arthur was a martial artist as well. He had begun learning the art of the Flamecloud Palm from his grandfather
ever since he was five
years old.
He was a martial arts prodigy and had beca grandmaster at just
15 years old. When he turned 20, he began traveling the world after becoming a great-grandmaster.
Just three years ago, on the 15th anniversary of his travels, he
achieved the early stage Mystique Loyalty Realm in the depths of a
forest cave.
A man who had achieved Mystique Loyalty Realm at the age of 35!
How many of those could be found in the entirety of Drakonia?
The Freeman family could exert their control over all ten of Capiton’s
elite families and establish a presence as legendary as the Young
family.
Just an hour earlier, Arthur had finally returned to his family.
His initial plan had been to surprise his father and grandfather.
However, he had found the Freeman Manor enveloped in waves of
SOIToW.
After asking around, he finally realized what was going on.
His father was gone.
At first, Arthur had not believed it.
After all, the Freeman family had already becan elite family
years ago.
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The fact that they had four men who had achieved the Profound Reality Realm protecting the family meant no
one dared lay a finger on the Freeman family.
Even the National Martial Bureau had to think twice.
He received a call from his grandfather not too long ago.
During that call, he learned that four Freeman men had achieved the Profound Reality Realm. Not just one, but
four.
Four Profound Reality Realm experts were enough to exert control
over the entire southern part of the country.
Yet, despite being a force so powerful that they could be considered one of the top three elite Capiton families,
someone still dared kill the
Freeman family men while on their turf.
How could Arthur just let that happen?
Even if his grandfather did not mind, he did.
Arthur swept his gaze over everyone's faces as he said, “After tonight,
the Martial Arts Association will be no more!”
Everyone in the living room shouted, “Revenge, revenge!”
Hudson's son, Hershel Freeman, said in a low voice, “Arthur... we
should first inform Grandpa about what has happened. After all, th
Martial Arts Association is a national association!”
Arthur slapped Hershel across the face. “You're useless. Do you think Grandpa can protect us for the rest of our
lives?”
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