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Everyone else thought it would be quite a scene when Zeke went up to the burly man to demand his seat.
The man who had kept his head down the whole time did not take notice of Zeke at first and only looked up from
the folders he was reading when Zeke asked him to leave.
Feeling annoyed, he roared, “Who the hell are you? How dare you—”
As soon as he met Zeke's eyes, he froze.
The words he meant to say were stuck in his throat.
At that moment, he wondered if he was dreaming.
I must be seeing things. It's the Great Marshal standing right in front of me! He is the legend and almost like a deity
to me. Yet, I'm seeing him right before my eyes.
The man started to have an internal debate. Have I mistaken him for someone else? No, that can't be. Only the
Great Marshal would dare to ask me to leave my seat anyway.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter a few seconds of shock, the man quickly stood up and wanted to kneel before Zeke.
However, Zeke unleashed a burst of energy that prevented him from getting down on his knees.
Zeke could not reveal his identity now, afraid of alarming the people from the Netherworld. If that happened, it
would affect the plans they had for tomorrow.
At the same time, he shot a look at the other man.
With one look, the burly man got the hint. He knew that Zeke did not want to expose his identity.
Seeing the owner of the VIP seat rising to his feet, Charles thought that the man would rage. He tried to do damage
control and quickly ran forward. “Sir, I apologize. This man is crazy, and he entered the venue by mistake. I'll get
my men to throw him out this instant.”
At that moment, the burly man stopped Charles from doing so and plainly stated, “Let him have this seat.”
Huh?
Charles and Josephine thought they misheard those words.
He is a provincial governor, so why would he give up his seat to a lowly worker? He must have felt harassed, such
that he did not want to stay here anymore because of how annoyed he felt.
Charles continued to appease him, “Sir, that man has no right to sit here. Please don't be mad—”
“Why does he have no right to sit here?” The important man abruptly cut him off.
“H-He is only a l-lowly worker,” Charles stuttered.
Unexpectedly, Big Back defended, “The purpose of the ceremony is to celebrate it with the rest. As long as they are
a Eurasia citizen, they have the right to sit here. Since he is from Eurasia, why can't he take my seat?”
Charles was speechless.
Turning his attention to Zeke, the burly man uttered, “Coincidentally, I have some urgent work matters to attend.
You can have this seat.”
Then, he turned to leave.
Meanwhile, Zeke glanced at Charles and scoffed, “Do I have the right to sit here now?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCharles could only gawk at the other man in silence.
With Missy still in his arms, Zeke sat down.
Everyone in the room was astonished by what they had witnessed.
After all, that man was a provincial governor of a high rank.
Logically speaking, if any high-ranking officials were disturbed or treated like this, they would explode with anger
and punish others.
Not only did the provincial governor not do that, he even offered his seat to Zeke and left.
Everyone wondered if the provincial governor was as approachable and caring to the commoners as he said, or
was Zeke a prominent man too?
Lots of discussions followed after that. However, they could not draw a conclusion.
Like the rest, Charles and Josephine were puzzled, and they silently took their seats.
If it was the former reason, then nothing was wrong.
However, if the man left because of Zeke's status, they would be in trouble.
What is Zeke's identity, then? And who is he to pressure the provincial governor?
“You told me that he was a blue-collar worker just now,” Charles whispered to Josephine.
“How did you know?”
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