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Chapter 391

    Chapter 391


    However, a sudden explosion shocked them all.


    People quickly turned toward the forest deep within the mountains, wondering what had just happened


    there.


    More explosions followed.


    Meanwhile, within the governor’s office in Swallowston, Wace seemed anxious as he sat in his office.


    His face quickly turned pale and he trembled the moment he heard the explosions.


    “What’s happening out there?!” Wace yelled, and an employee walked in.


    “Sir, the Battle Warrior Department just blew up Prison 14!”


    “Wh–What?!” Wace was so stunned that he copsed onto the ground.


    “Prison 14’s been blown up? The department can actually do such a thing?”


    Wace was terrified, never expecting that the legate would be such a reckless man


    “He showed the governor’s office not the slightest bit of courtesy and blew up Prison 14???”


    Wace’s mouth was ajar, stunned as he asked, “Wh–What happened to the people in there?”


    “They were all killed, including Paul.”


    “Wh–What about Chuck Wilson?”


    “He’s been sent to the hospital under the legate’s orders. Based on our surveince feeds, he seems to


    be alive.”


    “Destroy all of the security feeds in the office and wipe all of its data this instant. We can’t let the legate


    find out that the governor’s office is in any way rted to this matter!” Wace yelled


    After that, he quickly got back on his feet, grabbed his car keys, and left


    “What do I do now? All I ever hoped for was for nobody to find out that I’m involved in this matter but


    it’s all gone to sh*t


    now!


    ‘I’m…I’m finished!”


    Wace could never have known that Chuck was War Legate Draco’s friend. Otherwise, he would


    never have dared to do such a thing


    It would seem as though everything was toote for Wace at this point.


    Night soon fell, spreading its darkness across all of Swallowston, beaten back by the city night lights.


    Nobody knew what happened in Swallowston that day.


    Adrian was sitting on a long bench in the hallway of Swallowsion Hospital. Chuck had been in aa


    for four hours despite many resuscitation efforts, causing Adrian to be an edge.


    He had done everything he could. He even sent the best doctors in the Southrive headquarters to help.


    At that moment, Reiss walked over to Adrian’s side. She had many things she wanted to say to him


    while nobody was around.


    “Adrian, are you the legate?”


    Adrian nodded at the question since there was nothing for him to hide at this point.


    Seeing this, Reiss took a deep breath before she said, “You really are him.”


    A tear fell from her eye as she recalled how it was the legate who chopped off her brother’s arms. She


    could no longer recognize Adrian as the man she knew before, realizing that she had been nothing


    more than a toy.


    “He’s been ying me for a fool this whole time…”


    Reiss wiped away her tears, genuinely unable to find the words to say.


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    “Do you hate me?” Adrian asked in a calm tone.


    “I wouldn’t dare…”


    Reiss covered her mouth with her hands, paused, and then continued, “You’re the great War Legate


    Draco, so I’d never dare hate you. But there is one question I’d like to ask….


    Do you not have a conscience? Why did you chop off his arms? Why did you have to kill him so


    inhumanely?


    “I’m not ming you for executing my little brother. He deserved it after what he did. It’s just that I can’t


    handle the fact that you tortured him before he died.


    “…I just can’t. I’m sorry, Adrian. I was foolish and naive enough to even think that we could be friends.


    I’m sorry I really am


    Goodbye.”


    Reiss cried as she ran away.
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