Salute To The General

Eddie's face turned grim as he slowly said, "Is it really such a big deal that a few insignificant lives were lost? Do you really need to make such a fuss over a trivial matter like that?" Since ancient times, the religious authorities had always been held in high regard and long contended with royal power in Adrunian society, even surpassing it at times.

For this very reason, Eddie and those from the highest echelons of the Curia naturally felt that they were superior to everyone else.

He simply didn't value ordinary lives and considered them to be expendable.

However, after hearing his words, Fang's scowl deepened.

"A few insignificant lives?

"You murdered Larry and Abigail in their rental house and ran over members of the traffic police, killing and maiming them. This is simply outrageous. Yet you belittle the situation and question us for taking it seriously?"

Eddie said, "Those from the lower rungs of society are nothing but insects, aren't they? I believe Mr. Cross wouldn't want to spark conflict with the Curia over such a trivial matter, so is all this really necessary?"

With an icy voice, Fang said, "I'm sorry, but I've been serving under Mr. Cross for many years. From what I know about him, he will go ballistic once he finds out and definitely punish you with his own hands. But to kill you three rabid dogs, there's no need for him to do it himself. The three of us are more than enough for the task."

Upon hearing Fang labeling them as rabid dogs, Eddie felt anger welling up from within. With a glowering face, he retorted, "It seems you've no intention of showing us any respect."

Fang said, "Our principle has always been to welcome friends with open arms and to welcome enemies with the tips of our spears. Either you raise your hands to surrender and face the consequences of our law, or the three of us will eliminate you right where you stand. Now, choose!"

Eddie frowned before lifting his gaze to look at the villa before him. He knew very well that Hepburn was hiding inside.

No matter what, he simply couldn't miss the opportunity to capture her.

When he exchanged glances with his two companions, all of them decided to take the risk. They would first defeat Fang and his men before capturing Hepburn.

As for the loose ends, they would either be tied up by Baccio's or Eugene IV's men.

He said to Fang with an icy tone, "Since you guys refuse to show any respect and insist on getting in our way, the three of us will play this little game of yours."

After saying that, the Top Three Shadow Guards were about to clash with Fang and two other generals when a stretched Lincoln pulled up nearby.

Behind the Lincoln sedan was a convoy of Passats.

Their arrival caught the attention of Fang and others.

The Lincoln sedan came to a halt about thirty meters away, followed by several Passats behind it.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Thereafter, a man dressed in a suit and wearing a work badge got out of one of the Passats and hurriedly walked toward Fang.

"General Fang, greetings!

"I'm Oliwier Dotson from the Reception Department of the Ministry of Religious Affairs. I've been assigned to host Mr. Baccio, a recent guest from the Curia." Seeing that Oliwier was one of his own, Fang softened his expression slightly. He asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

Oliwier nodded slightly before

pointing to the stretched Lincoln a

few dozen meters away. He whispered, "Mr. Baccio is our

esteemed guest. He hopes that net

won't make things difficult for these three gentlemen on his account."

Chief Elder of the Curia, Baccio.

Fang furrowed his brows, looking toward the stretched Lincoln. Meanwhile, the window in the back seat of the Lincoln slowly rolled down. Branche was seen sitting in the back seat, smiling and nodding to Fang.

The moment Fang locked gazes with Baccio, his head throbbed violently, his vision blurred, and he heard ringing in his ears. He

suddenly lost control of his body as if he had been sealed by someone.

Taken aback, he was about to muster the energy within him to forcefully break free from the powerful mental restraint when Baccio averted his gaze.

Only then did Fang's body regain its freedom.

Fang was both shocked and angry. He was shocked by the immense spiritual power of Baccio, who could momentarily paralyze him just by making eye contact. His anger stemmed from the old man daring to intimidate and pressure him.