Chapter 1097: I Want to Go Back to the Northern Army!
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Jovon Stanton felt that not only did something feel off, but it was also very troublesome.
Martin Lovett, the No. 8 hidden agent, said calmly, âSince Haven Downing is suspicious, there will definitely be trouble in the future. We might as well go all out and kill him in front of everyone at the Global Martial Artist Summit.â
âKilling him would be a big problem. It would be akin to the two great empires falling out. Moreover, who among you has investigated Havenâs strength over the years?â
Brady Thurman said solemnly.
The nine of them frowned.
Now, they had to make a choice.
Stay here to wait for Commander Braydon Neal to arrive.
Or return together to participate in the second roundtable meeting that was held by Haven.
They had to choose between the two.
âKorbyn Jessen can stay and not participate, but some of us will need to go back,â Jaziel Sherman said softly.
âIâll go back.â
Jovon said calmly. He would deal with Haven.
âHaven has a proud and aloof personality, so he might not take you all seriously,â Jaziel said softly.
âIn his eyes, the nine of us are no different. In the west, he is as famous as the commander.â
Shawn Jeffcoat, the No. 10 hidden agent, frowned. He knew that Haven was not someone easy to deal with.
He was definitely not easy to deal with!
Coincidentally, at this moment.
A cold wind blew past.
All nine of them held their sword hilts, and their eyes revealed a cold expression. Someone had arrived!
The person who had come was extremely powerful and had escaped their senses.
They only noticed him now that the person was nearby.
âIs everyone here?â
A cold youth in black robes and a black cape stood with his hands behind his back. He walked past the crowd and asked coldly.
The nine of them were dumbstruck!
âWhat the heck?â Korbynâs eyes widened.
âHaven Downing?â
Jaziel was incomparably horrified.
Jovon backed off in horror, âYouâre the No. 1 hidden agent!â
âNo, whatâs going on?â
Zyaire Tackett was stunned.
The representatives of the Ten Great Empires at the roundtable meeting were all from the Northern Army?
Otherwise, why would Haven suddenly appear and even ask if everyone was here?
If he wasnât the No. 1 hidden agent, then what was he?
The nine of them stood in the wind in a mess.
Korbyn was the only one who was pissed off. âYouâre the No. 1 hidden agent, yet you still informed us to attend the roundtable meeting?!â
âWhoever goes will die!â
Havenâs calm words immediately made oneâs hair stand on end.
The Divine General of the west, the strongest genius.
His methods were indeed iron-blooded!
He wanted to slaughter the representatives of the various empires tonight.
âThe Ten Great Empires have been targeting the Hansworth martial artist delegation for the past hundred years,â Haven said coldly with his hands behind his back. âEvery time the Global Martial Artist Summit is held, the Hansworth participants are targeted until they die. They are forced to the point where they have no way out. All of them would die in the arena.
âThis yearâs Martial Artist Summit will be hosted by me. Naturally, I wonât allow them to live.â
This was Havenâs attitude.
They wanted to kill the representatives of the various empires tonight.
Even Jovon Stanton felt a chill run down his spine. Luckily, they didnât go back.
Haven would have arranged a killing trap.
All ten of them had arrived.
No one attended the so-called roundtable meeting.
When daybreak came, the ten of them prepared to make up a report and send it to the various empires.
Night had completely enveloped the land.
Braydon quietly descended upon the mountain peak. He clasped his hands behind his back while riding on his sword. Khalil Zorn and Channing Lestrange were following him.
The elites of the Northern Army were left in the hotel.
âIs everyone here?â Braydon asked with a smile.
âNorthern Army No. 1 hidden agent greets my lord!â
The way Haven addressed him was different from everyone else.
He was Braydonâs shadow.
Only Braydon knew how many shadows he had.
Even Luther Carden and the others didnât know.
As far as he knew, one of the shadows was Haven, and the other was from the Jansky family of Lenver, the owner of the nine-petal Fiery Lotus Mark.
âJaziel Sherman, No. 2 hidden agent of the Northern Army, greets the commander!â Jaziel knelt down on one knee and said solemnly.
âNorthern Armyâs No. 3 hidden agent, Lior Neal, greets the commander!â
The third uncle of the Neal family bowed at this moment.
âUncle Lior, thereâs no need for these formalities,â Braydon said softly as he held him up by his arms.
âFormalities cannot be neglected. The commander of the Northern Army is worthy of my formal greeting.â
Lior insisted on bowing.
For the older generation, etiquette was very important.
Moreover, between Braydon and Lior, their relationship was first commander and subordinate.
Second was their relationship as uncle and nephew!
The two could not be confused.
He had to make a clear distinction!
This kind of shallow logic was basically clear to anyone in a high position.
The commander of the Northern Army would naturally do what he should do. He should have the bearing and capabilities of a commander when commanding millions of soldiers.
The ten hidden agents knelt on one knee and said the words that had been hidden in their hearts for many years.
âCome with me,â Braydon said softly. âLetâs talk at the peak.â
A pavilion was built on top of a small hill.
There was a round table in the pavilion, and there were exactly eleven seats.
The food and wine were still warm.
âPlease sit,â Braydon said softly.
âAs a subordinate of the commander, I canât sit at the same table as the commander, nor can I drink side by side with him!â
Jovonâs expression was terrifyingly serious.
The word ârulesâ was engraved in everyoneâs heart.
The rules cannot be overstepped!
Braydon said softly. âWe donât know when weâll meet again in the future!â
âThatâs right!â
Korbyn sat down and started pouring wine.
He did not mind.
Haven stood behind Braydon and was silent for a long time.
âThis isnât the demeanor the Divine General of the west should have.â Braydon chuckled. âHaven, sit down.â
âI want to go back to the Northern Army.â
Haven was silent for a long time before he silently said something.
Everyone fell silent.
Looking at the ten hidden agents present, who didnât want to return to the northern territory?
The Northern Army was their home!
But now, could they go back?
âWhy are you still acting like a child?â Braydon asked softly.
âCan we ever go back?â
Haven looked at Braydon and asked softly.
Braydon looked at him, then at Jovon and the others before saying, âOf course.â
âWhen?â
Bradyâs eyes lit up.
They yearned for an exact answer.
âIâll personally bring you back after youâve achieved the supreme pinnacle realm,â Braydon said softly.
A light promise meant a lifetime.
Haven took a step forward and released his pressure.
Boom!
The pressure of the heavens and earth descended upon the forest, and all the plants within a radius of ten miles bent over.
Haven looked at Braydon calmly.
Did the words he said just now still count?
He just made that promise!
Braydon was expressionless as he silently watched Haven. Then, the corner of his mouth twitched and spread to his entire face.
âYouâre already a supreme pinnacle?â
Korbynâs eyes widened.
Haven was the same age as Braydon and was Braydonâs shadow.
He was also the Divine General of the west.
When did he enter the supreme pinnacle realm?
Jovon and the others were stunned.
âCan you take me back to the Northern Army tonight?â Haven asked softly.
âWhy didnât you tell me that youâve entered the supreme pinnacle realm?â
Braydon took a deep breath. He didnât have time to rejoice as he silently watched Haven.
This guy had tricked Braydon!