Following were the screams of every member of the Zimmer family and their allies... “Kneel down and grovel!” “Kneel down and grovel…” After yelling for a while, their voices resonated through the hall, formidable as an earthquake. In an instant, the atmosphere heated up. At the time, the law enforcement department of Michigan, the inspector from Alaska and Lord Commander of Department Six were all silent. They just sat at the sides, watching Alex’s every move. His eyes were filled with despise as he glanced at the two caskets. “Do they even deserve it?” he chuckled coldly. “What did you say?” Agnes’ eyes were filled with rage, her expression filled with hate. “You killed someone, yet you’re not kneeling and repenting your sins? How dare you try and act cocky? Do you even know where you are right now? Why are you here then? Are you here to boast about being a murderer?” Alex seemed calm, ignoring her completely as he turned to look at Quentin. “I’m here to give you a g
All the Zimmers were so enraged that they were trembling.‘We asked you to attend the trial, yet here you are sending us three caskets? Not to mention that they are all of such low quality? Who do you even want to place inside anyway?’ Agnes was so angry that she started huffing heavily, her eyes filled with fury. “You… You all are being ridiculous!” She lunged over and kicked on the casket harshly. However, the quality of the wood was just too poor. Agnes managed to break the boards, her entire heel stuck in between. The fragments on the board penetrated her skin, making her clench her teeth from the pain. In the end, another member of their family had to help spread the board open for her to get out. Just as he was doing so, he managed to catch a glimpse of what lay inside of the casket. He immediately screamed in fear as soon as he noticed a pair of dead, cold eyes staring right back at him. “There… there’s someone in there!” the man yelled. “What?” “Someone’s in
This sounded absurd and terrifying. However, in the Blood Cult, this was normal. The other two coffins were opened too. The bodies of the two half-stepped grandmasters inside weren’t even connected to their heads. Thump. Quentin ran over, immediately kneeling in front of the Lord Commander of Department Six, his whole body thrown onto the ground. He cried, “Lord Commander, you have to bring justice for the Zimmers! This murderer, this scumbag... disrespecting the law! Also, I want to sue Wayne Larsen for being the mastermind behind it, and I want to sue the Divine Constabulary, too, for covering up for the convict. They are accomplices! Grant raised his brows. He wasn’t going to take action initially, but since Quentin was kneeling in front of him, he had to stand up. He looked at Wayne and Zachary. “You two, got anything to say?” Wayne bowed at the Lord Commander. “Since Lord Commander is here too, it’s for the best. I came here this time intending to get justice for m
Snow almost laughed out loud in excitement. The Lord Commander had personally come, solving the fight in no time at all. He planned to get the Zimmers on his side. This was good news since Department Six was the true core of the golden era. They were a secret and powerful organization, where the average person wouldn’t even know of its existence. Getting into Department Six was an extremely hard thing to do. All members of Department Six had been chosen directly by the leaders. There was no examination or recruitment for this civil position. The Blood Cult's infiltration would be nearly impossible to achieve. However, if Lord Commander planned to have Quentin in, this would give Snow the rare opportunity she needed. With enough time, she was confident that she'd take over Department Six.'And the final goal is the throne!'Thinking of this, Snow immediately knelt in front of the Lord Commander and said loudly, “You’re wise, Lord Commander. I beg the Lord to bring justice to
Following that, she opened her mouth and spat out fresh blood. “Aunt, are you alright?!” Seeing this, Alex was extremely worried for her. He didn’t expect his aunt to lose and to be beaten in one hit so vulnerably. 'The Lord Commander is too powerful!' He quickly went to his bag and took out a rejuvenation pill, sliding it into Aunt Rockefeller’s mouth. The rejuvenation pill was the highest level of pill that he could make at this stage. Besides extending one’s life, it also had great healing effects. Aunt Rockefeller swallowed the pill and wiped the blood off her mouth with her hand, and said, “I’m fine. Be careful. This guy is strong!” On the other hand, Lord Commander was surprised to see Aunt Rockefeller not dead after his hit. However, his attention was mostly drawn to Alex. Just now, he saw it all when he used the mystic armor. That dark golden armor wall left him in awe and surprised at the same time. 'This is what I wanted!' He thought to himself, ‘William
Boom!!! Coincidentally, the old man landed right where Easton’s coffin was placed. From Alex and Grant’s battle, the explosive energy sent out had already shattered both coffins. As the old man landed, both his feet trampled Easton’s head and smashed it. Splat!!! His entire skull had been obliterated. Quentin had long retreated to the sides of the funeral hall, but seeing his son’s body so severely assaulted, he became so furious he vomited blood. As for Snow, her eyes went cold, and she glared at the old man icily. During their battle, she had paid close attention. Lord Commander’s powers were within her expectations, but the young Alex having such powers greatly surprised her. Switching positions, she knew that if her abilities were thrown against the Lord Commander’s, they would be at Alex’s level at most. As for this old man who appeared suddenly... “Innate Martial Honor!” Within the Blood Cult, many were at the level of Innate Martial Honor. Snow recognized t
He acted just like Hercules in the movies. However, such a person was simple. He was definitely a himbo. Grant Xenos' expressions darkened. "Looks like you've been feeling too cocky after achieving the Martial Honor, Geronimo. You don't even know who you are anymore. Fine then, I'll just have to see what you have really achieved." "With pleasure!" replied Geronimo as he lunged over. Boom!!! As soon as the two started fighting, the hall immediately exploded with loud crashing and thuds, their Chi filling the air. It felt as if they were experiencing an earthquake. Crash! One of the pillars was smashed into pieces, causing some of the roof tiles to fall. "Ahh!!!" "Go! Let's get out now!" "The roof is collapsing!" Everyone attending the funeral immediately ran to the exit. Even Alex, Aunt Rockefeller, and the others were making a run for it. Within a mere ten seconds or so, the funeral hall exploded once more. With this, the entire house came crashing down like
The person who had arrived was Grace's former boss. He was the founder of Hidden Dragon, Draco Crain. When Alex noticed his Grace referring to the old man, he immediately knew who he was. He had overheard her phone call after all. "Stop this!" At the same time, Draco walked to the ruins under the protection of two uniformed teams. He yelled, "You two! You're Department Six and Divine Constabulary leaders! You're making a fool out of yourselves by fighting each other!" At that, both Grant and Geronimo felt ridiculously uncomfortable. They then bowed to the old man, greeting him. "Elder Crain!" Draco was much older than the two. He wasn't even of the same generation. Hence, he was considered among the rarest and oldest heroes within America. Putting his status and power aside, Draco was experienced enough for the two to refer to him as 'Elder Crain.’ After realizing who Draco was, Quentin was stunned. He didn't expect that his family matters would get such a powerful