The Strongest War God Chapter 315: Stretching Their Hands Too Far

Chapter 315: Stretching Their Hands Too Far

“Young Master Neal!”

Sebastian Wood greeted him. He was curious about what had happened when he heard the two girls laughing, but he did not dare to ask.

The Northern King’s private matters were not something he could inquire about.

Braydon Neal came to the pavilion in the small courtyard and stood with his hands behind his back, watching Old Man Zito and Ernest Lanford play chess again.

“What is it?” He smiled.

“It’s the Thompson Village incident. The Preston main team was ordered to detain Wilhelm Thompson and the others.”

Sebastian’s plea meant that someone was pressuring him.

The Preston main team was under the jurisdiction of the capital garrison, and they had great authority. Ordinary people could not afford to offend them, and martial artists were fearful of them.

However, to some people, the Preston main team was not a threat.

Steve Xavier of the Preston main team was only warrior level, if he wanted to intimidate a War G.o.d, he still lacked some power.

“Someone is pressuring the Preston main team?” Sammy Dudley frowned. Who is it?”

“Rowan Flitwick of the Flitwick family has invited the deputy commander of the main team to intercede.”

Sebastian revealed a bitter smile.

With the level of the Preston main team, it was originally under the jurisdiction of Quill. As for the Central Plains main team, it was under the jurisdiction of the three provinces and 72 cities of the Central Plains.

The difference in level was huge.

If it were a deputy leader interceding, under normal circ.u.mstances, how could the Preston main team not do him this favor?

It looked like he was interceding, but in reality, he was pressuring them!

Wilhelm Thompson still had some connections.

Braydon had crippled his legs in Thompson Village. He did not expect that the people from the provincial capital would come to rescue him.

The Flitwick family in the provincial capital was a powerful family,

All the powerful families in the country were gathered in the capital. These powerful families were standing at the feet of the capital.

However, behind each family, there was a huge influence.

For example, the Flitwick family had been operating in the three provinces of the Central Plains for many years. Their businesses were spread all over the place, and they earned a lot of profits every year.

The Flitwick family of the provincial capital was the representative of the Flitwick family in the capital.

It looked like an aristocratic family, but behind it was a powerful family.

Whether it was the aristocratic families or the powerful families, every generation nurtured many martial artists.

“Who is deputy commander of the Central Plains main team?”

“Micah Lane!”

Sebastian replied.

The Central Plains team had jurisdiction over three provinces and had a lot of responsibilities.

Aside from the commander, Zyan Ziegler, and captain, Hatcher Murphy, there were the seven deputy commanders.

Their positions were second only to Zayn, and each of them had real power and was in charge of a region.

Preston, Lamar, Horizon City, and other areas were under Micah Lane’s management.

Braydon’s lips curled into a smile.

His smile made people shudder!

Sammy’s fingers trembled, and he lowered his head.

He had been with the commander for some time now, and he understood his personality all too well.

Braydon had returned from the northern territory to recuperate and prepare for the upcoming coronation.

In reality, he wanted to reverse the verdict of the Ludwig army.

Braydon would definitely take back the thirty-six islands that Ludwig had lost. However. the incident in Ludwig fortv vears ago had something to do with the

powerful families.

This had inadvertently made Braydon increase his killing intent toward the various powerful families!

The various families also understood that they were at odds with Braydon.

Ever since Braydon said those words when he was young, he had offended all the powerful families in the world.

Thus, when Braydon went to the capital alone, the kings of the powerful families wanted to show him their might.

In the end, Braydon killed a king in the capital.

It deterred all the powerful families in the capital!

Now, the people of the Flitwick family was actually interfering into the matters of the Preston main team.

This was a forbidden red line.

Aristocratic and powerful families held great power, and the responsibility of the special operations teams was to monitor the martial artists in the world.

Among them, they focused on monitoring the aristocratic families, powerful families and sects.

There was no other reason. The world’s martial artists basically came from these three great ent.i.ties.

In the end, the people from the aristocratic families wanted to put their hands into the Preston main team. What did they want?

They had stretched their hands too far.

If he ignored them today, would the hands of these aristocratic families not reach into the three armies, nine departments, and twenty-four divisions in the future?

Did they also want to extend their hands into the northern territory?

Once the powerful families made their way through, they would definitely cause chaos in Hansworth!

Just like the Ludwig army back then. If this matter was really related to the powerful and aristocratic families, how deep was their influence? Perhaps it had already surpa.s.sed Braydon’s imagination!

Some lines could not be crossed.

If the martial artists of the powerful families, aristocratic families, and sects dared to interfere, Braydon would dare to kill them.

He would kill as many people as there were.

The aristocratic and powerful families of various places had a long history that could easily be traced back to hundreds of years ago.

They had been operating in their respective territories for a long time. Their descendants were in all walks of life, and their connections were crisscrossed.

Under such a complicated background, it was hard for ordinary people to imagine.

If they extended their hands into the Preston main team, what was their intention?

Once they become powerful, would the powerful families unite and secretly control the fate of Hansworth like they did in ancient times?

If the various powerful families dared to have such intentions, Braydon would then issue the Northern King’s kill order, ordering the northern army’s cavalry to march south and sweep across the country’s territory, killing all of these powerful families.

Braydon stood in the pavilion with his hands behind his back.

There was a long silence.

Old Man Zito and Ernest’s legs were numb from sitting there. It seemed like they were playing chess, but they had not moved a piece in a long time.

The two old men could feel that something was wrong.

They could feel the killing intent surging from the young master’s thin body!

“Commander, Sebastian is still here. How should we deal with this matter?” Sammv reminded in a low voice.

“Kill them!”

Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly as he spat out a word.

As soon as the word “kill” left his mouth, the chessboard in front of him exploded, and the black and white chess pieces flew everywhere.

Old Man Zito was shocked. He shrugged and squatted on the ground to smoke.

Sammy lowered his head and cupped his hands.

After that, Sammy turned around and left the Neal family manor.

“Big Brother Sammy, who are we going to kill?” Sebastian hurriedly followed.

“Everyone involved in Wilhelm Thompson’s matter will be killed!” Sammy’s eyes were cold.

“Then… How about Deputy Commander Lane?” Sammy did not answer him. There was no need to say it.

Micah Lane would definitely die!

As the deputy commander of the Central Plains main team, he was actually so close to the aristocratic families.

He was simply courting death!

Braydon did not personally go over, but he gave the order to kill.

Sammy would personally deal with it, and anyone involved would be killed.

Braydon glanced at Old Man Zito who was squatting in the corner. Although he did not say anything, his gaze was enough.

Old Man Zito knocked the tobacco pipe in his hand, leaving some ashes behind. He stood up and disappeared.

Sending out a marquis was not enough, he had a ninth-level king, Old Man Zito quietly follow.

It was obvious that Braydon really wanted to kill them.

Ernest sighed, “What a pity.”‘

He sighed to himself, causing Braydon to glance over. “Since you’re so free, why don’t you go over and take a look?”

“Got it!”

Ernest patted the dust off his b.u.t.t and disappeared.

Logan inwardly clicked his tongue. In the entire Neal family manor, besides Braydon, whose strength was unfathomable, these two old men were the most freakish..