Chapter 173 - 173 Hidden Agent Lucian Cross of the North Greets the Commander!

173 Hidden Agent Lucian Cross of the North Greets the Commander!

Everyone was shocked.

Everyone looked at this young man in white. His methods were truly terrifying.

Executing five team leaders with just one sentence?

The team leader and the four deputies must all die!

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Zayn Ziegler’s eyes were filled with shock and anger. He cupped his fists and knelt on one knee. “Tony Wally and the others are in the wrong, but their crimes do not warrant death. Please show mercy, Northern King!”

Zayn still dared to plead for mercy?

For such a scandal to happen in the Quill team, Zayn was not strict enough to discipline them. He could not escape the blame!

Tristan Yandell was so angry that he laughed. “You still dare to plead for mercy? The Quill team is right under your nose, hiding evil and doing evil. As the commander, you are useless. You can’t escape punishment!”

Tony and the others looked at the young man in white in disbelief.

Braydon Neal was dressed in a snow-white robe, with a black cloak wrapped around his shoulders. The golden Qilin pattern on it was dignified and noble, as if he was stepping on the clouds and glaring at everyone present!

“Golden Qilin embroidery, northern flag symbol, you are… the Northern Army Commander!”

Tony’s face turned pale. He finally understood why his commander kept calling the young man in white the Northern King.

In this world, the only person who dared to call himself the Northern King was the ruler of the north!

The Northern King!

He had actually appeared here!

Lucian Cross’ eyes were fixed on Braydon’s back. The lifelike and majestic Qilin embroidery caused his calm breathing to become erratic.

This proved that his heart was extremely restless.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes.

Lucian, who was thin and frail, had iron handcuffs on his hands. His ankles were chained up, and his shoulders were pierced through by iron hooks. Blood flowed out from time to time.

“Greetings, Commander!” He knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists and shouted, “Hidden Agent, Lucian Cross from the north pays his respects to the Commander!”

Swoosh!

The entire place was silent.

Tony and the others widened their eyes in disbelief.

“What?!” Bowen Zak cried out.

Lucian Cross was from the north?

He was even a hidden agent from the north!

If they touched the people of the north, no one in the world could protect the people of the Quill team.

Yelena Cross covered her mouth with her fair fingers. Her eyes were filled with shock. She could not believe that her own brother was actually a hidden agent in the north!

Lucian had never told anyone about this!

Zayn’s tiger eyes were filled with shock. Then, his eyes flashed with anger. He wanted to say something, but he did not dare to.

Lucian’s exposure of his identity was forcing everyone in the Quill team to their deaths!

The north’s hidden agents were people from the northern territory!

According to the rules of the north, they would kill whoever stained their comrades’ blood!

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, this was the style of the northern army!

The strongest elites of Hansworth were the northern army!

Pursuing the concept of killing as protection, resisting the eight countries outside the borders, and roaring like a tiger around the world. This kind of force was good at fighting, brave, and not afraid of killing!

If they touched the people of the north, the heavens would not be able to protect the Quill team.

Furthermore, Lucian’s shoulder bone had been pierced through.

These were people from the north!

The one who was humiliated was the northern army!

The people of the Quill team had humiliated the north like this. Their whole families should be executed for their crimes.

Therefore, Lucian’s exposure of his identity was equivalent to forcing everyone in the Quill team to their deaths!

The surrounding people were shocked.

Lucian knelt on one knee, facing Braydon.

Tristan Yandell said in a low voice, “Since you are a hidden agent of the north, which department do you belong to? Do you have any tokens on you?”

“I belong to the warrior’s department of the north. I joined the north five years ago. My token is the Silver Qilin!”

There was a scar on Lucian’s left arm, and there was something hidden in the flesh.

A small silver Qilin the size of a stone was dug out by him, and it was dripping with blood.

This was the northern token!

Every hidden agent must have this item.

Tristan also recognized the item.

Zayn took a look and finally closed his eyes slowly. He knew that Tony and the others were not the only ones who had to die today!

Zayn would also be punished!

He was in charge of the Quill team, but he had caught a hidden agent from the north and injured Lucian Cross.

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He was stained with the blood of his comrades!

Everyone in the northern region knew about the eight ironclad laws of the north.

Those who were stained with the blood of their comrades must die.

Braydon took the small silver Qilin and said softly, “You are from the north. How many years has it been since I, Braydon Neal, took charge of the northern army? Who dares to insult my soldiers?

“Even if it’s the eight countries outside the borders, they wouldn’t dare to insult our northern army!

“But today, in this small piece of land, someone insulted the north and hurt my fellow soldiers. Little Monkey, how do you want to settle this blood debt?”

Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly, and the Northern King sword in his hand was unsheathed again.

The Northern King sword was unsheathed, and the sword light swept past, cutting off Lucian’s ankle cuffs and handcuffs.

Only the iron hook on Lucian’s shoulder blade was extremely difficult to remove.

Tristan said coldly, “Whether they are active or retired, as long as my comrades from the north are not in the wrong, those who hurt them will be killed without mercy!”

“Then, kill them!”

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Braydon glanced at Tony and the others.

At this moment, Tristan revealed his killing intent.

“Lord Northern King, I…” Bowen Zak’s face turned pale as he knelt down.

Swoosh!

The Northern King had already given the order to kill him. It was useless to beg for mercy!

All five of them must die!

Tristan’s sword flashed past, slashing Bowen Zak and killing him on the spot.

The Quill team leader, Tony Wally, was killed.

On this night, it was raining heavily. The sky was covered in dark clouds, thunder roared, and lightning flashed.

The atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.

Blood flowed on the floor.

Braydon glanced at Zayn. His thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was like thunder. “Kneel down!”

Zayn knelt on both knees. He knew how big of a mistake he had made!

“You didn’t manage your subordinates well and hurt my northern comrades. Kneel here for a night and think about what you have done!”

Braydon brought Lucian into the hall.

Only Zayn knelt outside the door, allowing the rain to hit him.

He was the commander of the three provinces of the central plains, and he was also known as the Warblade of the Central Plains.

Now, he was kneeling here!

“You, hand over the cold sword!” Tristan said coldly.

“I’m not handing it over!” Zayn raised his head, his eyes flashing with disbelief. At this moment, he stubbornly refused to hand over his sword!

For the soldiers of the north, even if they were retired, they did not have to hand over their northern cold sword.

From the moment they entered the north, the cold sword was with every soldier.

At this moment, asking Zayn to hand over the cold sword was equivalent to forcing him to commit suicide!

To the men of the north, they would rather die than hand over their sword!

The northern cold sword was their faith!

Tristan said coldly, “Tony Wally and the others are still your subordinates. If you cripple my northern comrades, your hands are stained with their blood. You are no longer worthy of holding a cold sword!”

“I, Zayn Ziegler, admit to such a huge mistake!” Zayn shouted.

“But if you ask me to hand over my cold sword, I won’t do it!

“You, Tristan Yandell, have no right to make me hand over my sword!

“If this is the commander’s intention, I, Zayn Ziegler, will kill myself here. I won’t hand over the cold sword even if I die!

“Born as a northern person, die as a northern soul, guarding the desert for eight thousand miles!”

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At this moment, Zayn was kneeling in the rainy night as he pulled out the black cold sword at his waist.

This pitch-black blade was three feet, three inches long. It was extremely sharp, and he placed it horizontally in front of his neck.

Whoosh!

A stone shot out and knocked away the sword in Zayn’s hand.

“Tristan, do you want to force your comrade to death?” Braydon asked angrily. “Join him in kneeling for a night and think about what you’ve done!”