Chapter 329


    The old man looked up in disbelief and cried, “No! I don’t believe you! There’s no way my son would


    have been a deserter!”


    “He was a traitor if I say so!” Owen then kicked the old man away and wanted to leave.


    When Andrius, Noir, and Sonia came in, they saw Owen kicking the old man away which infuriated


    them.


    Andrius‘ heart bled terribly.


    The soldiers gave their lives on the battlefield, yet their families were being treated poorly. Aside from


    not getting thepensation, the man called the deceased soldier a deserter.


    It was an atrocious act! Horrifying!


    On a smaller scale, it was just a million inpensation.


    On arger scale, it was a grave betrayal of the soldiers, tantamount to digging one’s grave! Bang!


    Noir could not bear the atrocity the manmitted. He ran over with a strong kick, sending Owen


    seven to eight meters away before thetter crashed to the ground.


    Owen was instantly crippled and failed to get up on his feet.


    “Sir, how are you?” Andrius helped the old man up.


    “This man…” The old man nced at Owen, seeming afraid.


    However, Andrius‘ presence fueled his confidence. He exined with a sobbing tone, “My name is


    Norman Houser. A while ago, a soldier brought the ashes of my son, Benjamin, back home and said


    that he sacrificed himself for the country….


    “The soldier also said we’d be given a million worth ofpensation and that it’d be distributed by the


    Martyr’s Society. Today is the day that we should get the money, but this man just told me that my son


    was a deserter! How could my son be a traitor?! There’s no way! He’s… He’s…”


    Norman could not hold back his tears.


    “Your son was not a traitor!” Andrius‘ voice sounded unusual but firm. “He was a great man of the


    country. He sacrificed himself for thend that he was born in. He is a real hero!” “Really? My son is a


    hero?” Norman looked at Andrius with his bloodshot teary eyes, which gave Andrius heartache.


    The families of the deceased never asked for anypensation.


    When Norman lost his son, being able to call his son a martyr became the only mental support he had


    to make it through the rest of his life. It became his sole belief and pir of support. It must have been


    devastating for him when the jerk called his son a deserter.


    “Yes!” Andrius nodded strongly. “He is a hero of Florence, the pir of the country, and because of him


    and many others, we are able to live a peaceful life!”


    “Hero! My son is a hero!” Norman’s eyes glistened with hope.


    Andrius then signaled Sonia with a nce, telling her to take care of Norman. He walked over to Owen


    with Noir.


    “Speak. What is this about?”


    Andrius tried his best to suppress his anger, but he could not control the killing intent in his eyes. It


    gave Owen chills.


    “I-I was just following orders from my superior.‘


    “Your superior?” Andrius‘ eyes gleamed sharply. He roared, “And who is your superior?”


    “It’s… it’s…” Owen dared not expose his boss, but Andrius‘ expression frightened him.


    In the end, after an internal struggle, he bit the bullet and said, “The deputy chairman of the Martyr’s


    Society, Samson Jones!”


    Samson Jones!


    Andrius‘ anger erupted instantly. Owen was just apdog carrying out orders, so Andrius did not make


    him suffer, for now.


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    He put Noir in charge of Owen before going into the house to check on Norman.


    With Sonia’s constion, Norman had calmed down and looked a lot better.