King's Awakening

Although the Jones Family assured her repetitively that those in Capital City from their family have already intervened.

However, Sherry always harbored a bit of doubt about what the Jones Family members were claiming.

This scheduled fight was a matter of life and death. If anything went wrong, White Mitchell’s life could be taken by the individuals from the Weiden Family.

How could she entrust White Mitchell’s life to the people of the Jones Family with complete confidence?

After much consideration, Sherry decided to accompany him. If anything happened, she thought her status as the builder of the new city in Nezzi could somehow be of assistance.

But in response to Sherry’s request, White Mitchell reassured her with a smile, “Don’t worry. A mere Weiden family can’t get to me.

Even the Martial Commander, let alone the twelve flying tigers, cannot intimidate me.

After all, the Weidens do not run the Martial Department, and there are rational people around. Rest assured, stay at home and wait for me to return.”

Saying this, White Mitchell affectionately mussed Sherry’s hair.

Upon hearing this, Sherry reluctantly smiled, knowing that once White Mitchell made a decision, even she could not change his mind.

In her helplessness, Sherry had to say, “Then promise me that if you can’t deal with trouble, make your escape immediately.

I don’t believe that Weiden’s reach extends everywhere. If it comes to it, we can leave the country, never to return.”

Upon hearing Sherry’s words, a warmth surged in White Mitchell’s heart.

But due to his own special circumstances, White Mitchell kept the truth from her.

Then, once again, White Mitchell patiently soothe her. It was not until much later that White Mitchell left their home.

At the entrance of the neighborhood, a muscular vehicle had been waiting for him for a while.

Without a second word, White Mitchell opened the door and got into the car.

Present in the car, apart from the driver Kylin, sat a nervous figure in the passenger’s seat.

This man was none other than the newly arrived Highest Commander of the Military Department — Jayden!

The moment Jayden saw White Mitchell enter the car, he hastily began, “Lord Military Master, regarding this matter…”

But before he could finish, White Mitchell curtly responded, “I asked you to be here to watch, not to interfere. You will not be needed for what is to come.

Kylin, drive to the Weiden Family.”

“Got it!” On hearing his orders, Kylin smirked and playfuly said, “Commander Jayden, buckle up!”

With those words, he floored the accelerator, and the vehicle roared away like an arrow released from a bow.

Jayden sat in the front passenger seat, with anguish written all over his face, feeling utterly helpless.

But regrettably, the man seated in the back, White Mitchell, both in terms of strength and rank, surpassed him by a large margin.

He wasn’t able to defeat Mitchell in a fight, not to mention giving him orders; he could only be ordered by White Mitchell.

Sigh…

Jayden sighed deeply from within. In this moment, he harbored thoughts of killing Jeremiah Weiden.

Of all the people to pick a fight with, you chose White Mitchell, and even wanted to involve the Twelve Flying Tigers; how is this any different from seeking your own death?

It would have been fine if you just brought this onto yourself, yet you have to drag along the Twelve Flying Tigers.

Jeremiah Weiden, damn your ancestors!!!

…

About half an hour later, the jeep carrying White Mitchell appeared on the outskirts of the Weiden Family Villa.

At this moment, the entire villa area was under martial law.

In every corner of the villa area, there was a soldier from the Martial Department, armed with sophisticated weapons.

The paths of the villa area were likewise void of any unrelated individuals.

Even the original residents of the villa area had been driven out by Jeremiah Weiden under the name of the Martial Department.

It could be said that the entirety of the villa area was now under the control of Jeremiah Weiden, and nothing could escape his surveillance.

The surrounding residents naturally complained about this.

However, powerless against the oppression of Jeremiah, nobody dared to cross him.

Therefore, they could only swallow their grievances.

All these signs were preparations made by Jeremiah Weiden to mitigate the repercussions of his actions, so as not to fall foul of the Nezzi Command like Myles once did.

However, he did not realize that his self-deemed prudence was making The Highest Commander of the Military Department, Jayden, grit his teeth in anger.

“Commander Jayden, your soldiers from the Martial Department are indeed impressive. Look at this grandeur. Even I feel a sense of self-reproach,” Kylin said teasingly while driving, displaying an air of delight in watching the excitement.

Upon hearing these words, Jayden’s face flushed with embarrassment. He wished he could hide in a hole right away.

This Jeremiah Weiden was lawless! Did he regard the Martial Department as his own backyard?! Did he even regard him, Jayden, as his commander still?!

The more Jayden thought about it, the angrier he got. He immediately assured White Mitchell: “Lord Military Master, rest assured, this kind of thing will never happen again.

If there’s a repeat of this, I, Jayden, will personally go to the War Department to apologize!”

White Mitchell remained silent upon hearing this. He quietly opened the car door and stepped out.

Seeing this, Jayden wanted to follow, but the moment he unbuckled his seatbelt, Kylin’s hand pressed on the buckle.

“Commander Jayden, the Superior says you can enjoy the show for now. There will be opportunities for you to make your appearance later, but not now. So, you’d better stay here obediently,” Kylin said, laughing playfully.

This…

Jayden was left speechless and ultimately could only heave a sigh of resignation.

It’s over; it’s all over now!!!

While Jayden was feeling distressed in the car, the voice of Jeremiah Weiden came from outside, which made Jayden almost incapable of holding back his urge to get off the car and dispose of Jeremiah.

“White Mitchell, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time. If you didn’t show up, my men might have gone to seek out your wife for company!” Jeremiah Weiden said indifferently.

At this moment, White Mitchell stood before him, facing the intimidating twelve flying tigers of the Martial Department, yet his face remained calm.

There wasn’t an ounce of fear on him.

“It’s just the Weiden Family. It’s not some dangerous dragon’s den or tiger’s lair. But I wonder if you all are prepared?” White Mitchell responded casually.

Prepared?

Upon hearing his words, Jeremiah Weiden’s mouth curved into a mocking smile, and the twelve flying tigers behind him made no attempt to conceal their contempt.

Looking at White Mitchell, they seemed to regard him as akin to a dead body, full of disdain.

As Jayden saw the expression of the twelve flying tigers from afar, he felt as if his heart was bleeding.

Idiots! Idiots! Idiots!

This is Lord White Mitchell, the Supreme Military Lord of Dragon Realm, personally appointed by the Dragon Realm Elder’s Council!

You bunch of idiots! I really regret not breaking all your legs in the past, making you arrogant, making you disregard the law, making you think you are invincible!!!

Hate! Hate! Hate!!!