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However, their injuries were far too severe, and after having most of their life forces absorbed by the Spirit Stone
mine, all their powers had dropped drastically.
Despite their feeble state, the Alpha Suicide Squad, Tyler, and Nameless could not hide their excitement when they
saw Zeke still well and alive.
Just as they were about to thank him with a salute, Zeke stopped them.
“No, no need for that. You're all still very weak, and your priority now should be to rest and recuperate. Once you've
regained your powers, I look forward to fighting alongside all of you again.”
Regain our powers?
Upon hearing that, a realization suddenly dawned on Sole Wolf. He quickly picked up a rock beside him and
clamped down hard on it.
Regrettably, nothing happened, which only confirmed his suspicions.
“Why can't I use any force with my arm?” Sole Wolf choked out dejectedly. “My powers... They're less than one-fifth
of what I had before!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe others hastily tested their strength, only to realize they were all in the same predicament as Sole Wolf.
“Don't worry,” Zeke reassured. “Once I locate Summerbank, you will all regain your full powers.”
At that, Nameless let out a deep sigh. “Summerbank isn't that easy to find, though. The only ones who know its
location are the heads of the Four Hidden Sects. But Missy does have a sensing capability. Perhaps we could get her
to help.”
As soon as Missy was mentioned, Zeke's gaze darkened.
It constantly pained him to think about how scared she must be in a place like Netherworld.
The one saving grace, however, was that her life would not be in danger.
After all, the biggest reason Netherworld had kidnapped Missy was that they were impressed by her martial arts
talent.
As such, they were likelier to groom her than to harm her.
“What's wrong?” Tyler frantically asked when he saw the change in Zeke's expression. “Did something happen to
Missy?”
Zeke took a deep breath before answering, “Missy has been kidnaped by Netherworld.”
Everyone immediately exploded in anger. “What? How dare they! They ought to be punished!”
“Great Marshal, please tell us where they are. We'll crush them once and for all!”
To their surprise, Zeke waved them off. “I got this. You guys stay out of it. Remember, your biggest task on hand is
to recuperate and regain your strength!”
Right at that moment, Ares walked in.
“Great Marshal, Mr. Henderson has requested an audience with you.”
The sight of Ares riled Sole Wolf and the others up so much that they started to shake with fury.
If it were not for him, they would not have ended up in the Spirit Stone mine in the first place.
Soon, a commotion broke out as they scolded and threatened to attack Ares.
Not wanting things to get out of hand, Zeke quickly stepped in to explain, “Everyone, calm down. This man is the
real Ares. The one who brought you here is the impostor, who has since escaped after being defeated.”
Thankfully, they all accepted the explanation and forgave Ares.
“All right, back to business. What does Mr. Henderson want from me?” Zeke asked.
“I think he has a gift for you,” Ares replied. “I don't know the specifics either as he said it was classified
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏminformation.”
“Okay then, let him in.” Zeke nodded.
George Henderson was the personal bodyguard of the president of Eurasia and was also one of the strongest
fighters around.
Not only was he similar in age to Zeke, but he had also competed with Zeke over the position of Great Marshal.
Eventually, George lost out to Zeke by a narrow margin and was subsequently appointed to be the president's
bodyguard.
Because of that loss, the relationship between Zeke and George had never been good.
Not long after, a strapping young man squeezed his way into the imperial mausoleum.
Due to his impressive height of two meters, he had to hunch over as he made his way around.
Not wanting to speak to Zeke in his bowed position, George quickly found a place to sit.
“Great Marshal, I'm here to deliver the president's orders. Kneel and receive the imperial decree.”
Zeke made no attempt to move. There was no way he would get on his knees, especially when he had the privilege
of not having to kneel for imperial decrees.
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