King's Awakening

“Boss, it’s not good. David Herb, Amanda and Longman’s subordinates, all ancient martial strongmen, have gathered together and are rushing to the Sayon cemetery.”

“Boss, someone reported that a large-scale battle might occur in the Sayon cemetery. The local division near the Sayon Public Cemetery is requesting support. Should we ask for help from the Martial Department?”

A series of messages continuously bombarded Bentley, the head of the Sayon Supervision Department. At this point, his desk was filled with real-time news files about the Sayon Public Cemetery.

Bentley collapsed in his office chair, a wry smile on his face, looking as if he had nothing left to live for.

How could he not know the situation that would soon occur at the Sayon Public Cemetery? But this was already beyond his control, far beyond his jurisdiction.

This was the action of the War Department, the action of White’s War Department. Who would be so senseless as to interfere in the affairs of the vast Dragon realm?

At the same time as Bentley’s restlessness, the office door slowly opened, and the commander of Sayon’s armed forces, Asher, appeared before him with a stern expression.

“You already know?” Looking at Bentley’s helpless appearance, Asher had already made a judgment.

Then, Asher sighed silently, and said with a bitter smile: “Just as well, I was just wondering how to persuade you not to meddle in this. Now I don’t have to waste my breath.”

“Asher, the situation is urgent, and you still have the mood to laugh? What do you think we should do about this?” Bentley impatiently glanced at Asher.

David Herb, Amanda, Longman, and the asinine Alan Austin, the leaders of these four much-contested forces, gathered almost two-thirds of Sayon’s ancient martial experts.

Such a large-scale operation, if mishandled, would cause chaos throughout Sayon.

By then, it would be questionable whether he, as the head of the Sayon Supervision Department, could still sit in his position steadily.

It’s a disgrace that Asher, the commander of Sayon’s armed forces, still has the mood to joke around in front of him.

Confronted with the morose Bentley, Asher forced out another smile and said, “Dear Bentley, we both know the identity and power of that great man, and I’m not going to keep it from you.

Considering the status and strength of that great man, what do you think we can do? Stop him? Advise him? Is that possible?

If you want to blame someone, blame Alan Austin for offending within his organization. What we can do is assist that great man in handling the aftermath efficiently. This was the case with Noah Weiden, and it’s the same with Alan Austin.”

Noah Weiden?

Upon hearing this name, Bentley paused, suddenly reacting, and then turned to look at Asher in disbelief: “Asher, what are you implying? Did Noah Weiden offend some regulations of the armed forces, so you… could it be that Noah Weiden provoked that great man …”

At this point, Bentley’s eyes were filled with shock, only feeling chills creeping up his back.

“The Military Master’s dignity is inviolable, Noah Weiden had it coming.

Alan Austin and Noah Weiden are of the same kind, their deaths served them right, stop tormenting yourself over it.

Let’s go, it’s time for us to get to work. We can’t help, but we can do some cleaning up afterwards,” without waiting for Bentley’s answer, Asher left the room.

Wrapping up?

Cleaning the battlefield?

Wouldn’t that make us janitors?

Bentley forced out a bitter smile, sighed silently, then called in a group of subordinates and rushed to the Sayon Public Cemetery.

…

Sayon Public Cemetery.

The autumn wind was bleak. White Mitchell, dressed in a white robe, stood in front of Logan Jones’ tomb in a daze.

All the things that happened in the past, at this moment, were lingering in his mind for a long time, as vivid as if they happened yesterday.

“Father, if it weren’t for you standing against everyone’s prejudices to harbor me back then, I would have been left to rot in the wilderness, with my bones laying in the open, undiscovered.

Regrettably, I still came back one step too late, causing you to be driven to your death by those bastards led by Alan Austin.

Father, if your spirit is watching over, open your eyes and watch me today. Watch as I send this bunch of bastards into hell!”

White Mitchell took a deep breath, his eyes filled with sadness.

This grudge must be avenged, or I am not fit to be your son!

White Mitchell made a silent vow in his heart. He would pull out everyone involved in the matter and use their blood to honor his foster father’s departed soul!

Shortly after White Mitchell appeared in the Sayon cemetery, David Herb, Amanda and Longman, in turn brought their subordinates to the Sayon cemetery.

This could be considered the three most powerful forces in Sayon. Any one of the forces could cause Sayon to tremble.

However, these three, at this time, willingly submitted to White Mitchell. If the word got out, it would be enough to change the entire structure of Sayon.

“Sir, Alan Austin’s forces are on their way. Do we need to start now and deal with these troublesome flies?” Longman stood in front of White Mitchell and spoke up first.

Clearly, Longman did not yet know that Alan Austin had the high-level support from Myles. He underestimated Austin, thinking that he was really as weak as what was being shown on the surface.

At this moment, those who held such views were not limited to Longman. David Herb and Amanda did not take Alan Austin seriously either.

With White Mitchell, a person of such power, taking action, even if they made a move, Alan Austin would not be able to hold on for long.

…

On the other hand, the forces led by Alan Austin had already appeared at the entrance of the Sayon Public Cemetery.

Upon arriving at the scene, Alan Austin immediately commanded, “Lock the door. Today, even if the Patrol shows up, they can’t easily enter.

I’m turning this Sayon Public Cemetery into a graveyard for White Mitchell today!”

As soon as his voice fell, a dozen people rushed out from the crowd, instantly controlling the cemetery staff and locking the gate.

Alan Austin silently lit a cigarette and took a deep puff: “How many soldiers are there on White Mitchell’s side now!?”

Upon hearing this, Grandy Anderson immediately responded: “Our people saw that Amanda and Longman’s people have already gone in. And also, there is David Herb!”

David Herb?

Hearing this, Alan Austin’s face suddenly fell, he glanced at the five high-level experts hidden in the crowd, and his confidence surged.

Just right, this time he could get rid of all these desperate little creatures in one fell swoop!

From this day forward, Sayon would be his territory!

With this thought, Alan Austin let out a cold laugh and said venomously, “Fine! Since these people are seeking death, then I, today, will grant them their wish!”

Leaving these words behind, Alan Austin took the lead, leading his subordinates straight towards White Mitchell: “White Mitchell, come out and meet your doom!!!”