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“Well, it's all because of the Great Marshal.”
Logan told the Colonel about how Zeke bullied the Mitxel family and even wanted to kill them.
Needless to say, Logan was repeating what Jared had told him, not the truth.
“Mr. Logan, there must be some form of misunderstanding here.” After hearing Logan's story, the Colonel couldn't
help but doubt him. “Nobody knows the Great Marshal better than me. He's not the arrogant kind and would never
do such horrible things.”
“Sir, but we're telling the truth. I am one of the witnesses. I would never deceive you,” Jared chimed in.
“Is that so?” the Colonel questioned him doubtfully.
“Certainly,” Jared replied in a hesitant tone.
“So, the purpose of using the Peace Medal is—”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Well, all I ask is for Eurasia to seek justice for the Mitxel family.”
“Very well. I will get in touch with the Great Marshal. I will notify you as soon as I have an answer.”
After the funds of Intercontinental Group were frozen, they stopped causing any more trouble.
On the contrary, Linton Group was thriving without further harassment from Intercontinental Group. It wouldn't be
long before they could return to their former glory.
The gap between the two companies became more evident.
Although Linton Group's situation was much stabler now, Zeke still refused to leave.
The Progenitor of the White Muraco Clan had foreseen an impending calamity that would befall Lacey in the next
few days. Hence, Zeke didn't dare to leave her side as he had to protect her.
He was pondering over the factors that could threaten Lacey when his phone rang.
It was a call from the Colonel.
The Colonel rarely contacted him personally through the phone. Hence, he knew it must be a matter of utmost
importance and confidence.
Before answering the call, he released a burst of energy, forming a transparent barrier around him that would
prevent anyone from eavesdropping on his conversation with the Colonel.
After taking the necessary precautions, he answered the call.
“Sir, what can I do for you?”
“Well, I'm calling you regarding the Mitxel family issue.”
“So the Mitxel family was able to contact you. I seem to have underestimated their power.” Zeke was a little
surprised.
“Their ancestors received a Eurasian Peace Medal that was passed on through the generations. I only spoke to
them because of it.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhat?
Zeke frowned. “The Mitxel family actually has a Peace Medal? How could I not know about this? Sir, are you sure
that the Peace Medal belongs to the Mitxels?”
The Colonel replied, “Yes. Of course. Back when Eurasia was at war, resources were scarce. Also, our weapons
were inferior, especially the air force equipment, which was utter garbage. At that time, the air force equipment
hindered Eurasia's combat capabilities. The only way to increase our firepower was to obtain a few helicopters and
regain dominion of the skies. Hence, our army sent out a distress signal overseas requesting help. Ultimately, the
ancestors of the Mitxel family donated five helicopters to help Eurasia overcome the dreadful situation. Their
contribution wasn't small, and they had all the rights to receive the Peace Medal.”
Realization dawned on Zeke. “I see. So you're calling to plead mercy for the Mitxel family?”
“Of course not. I did a brief investigation earlier and found out that the Mitxel family were the ones who first
humiliated you and Eurasia, and you're simply returning the favor,” the Colonel answered. “The Peace Medal will
only work if mutual respect exists. Since they insulted you and Eurasia, they're not entitled to use it. Great Marshal,
you may deal with this matter however you see fit.”
“That's very thoughtful of you.” Zeke nodded.
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