Snow almost laughed out loud in excitement.
The Lord Commander had personally come, solving the fight in no time at all. He planned to get the Zimmers on his side. This was good news since Department Six was the true core of the golden era. They were a secret and powerful organization, where the average person wouldn’t even know of its existence. Getting into Department Six was an extremely hard thing to do.
All members of Department Six had been chosen directly by the leaders. There was no examination or recruitment for this civil
position.
The Blood Cult’s infiltration would be nearly impossible to achieve.
However, if Lord Commander planned to have Quentin in, this would give Snow the rare opportunity she needed. With enough time, she was confident that she’d take over Department Six.
‘And the final goal is the throne!’
Thinking of this, Snow immediately knelt in front of the Lord Commander and said loudly, “You’re wise, Lord Commander. I beg the Lord to bring justice to the Zimmers. They will definitely follow your lead from now.”
Her words were too straightforward and raw.
Being the wife of a governor, she wasn’t allowed to say such things, since it was plain gauging up. However, she needed to show her loyalty or she might not get such a chance next time. The Lord Commander doesn’t appear often, after all. He’s not that easy to meet.
Grant said, “Rest assured, Department Six is always fair and just. What’s true and what’s not will be revealed. If your son and daughter are innocent, I will bring them justice.”
With that, he pointed at Alex. “Come with me!”
Zachary quickly jumped in front. “Lord Commander, wait.”
“Zachary, you dare stop me?” sneered the Lord Commander.
Just one sentence made Zachary shed cold sweat. “I wouldn’t dare, but this case is simple. I have other evidence that proves Easton and Viole deserved it. I’ll show it to you immediately.”
He held up his laptop.
To his surprise, Lord Commander simply took a hit at it. The laptop became nothing more than a clump of metal, with green smoke coming out of it. “There’s no need, the evidence, Department Six will look for it ourselves, you all are with the Divine Constabulary, there’s a need to avoid suspicion,” he said coolly.
As he finished speaking, seeing Alex not moving, his glare went cold. “You dare defy me? Even if it was your dad, he wouldn’t dare disobey me.”
Alex wavered. “You know my dad?”
“Hmph! Doesn’t matter if I know him or not. If you broke the law, you’ll still be beheaded without pity!”
“Hmph!”
At that moment, Aunt Rockefeller snorted coldly and said, “I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care how powerful your position is, but your actions today won’t get the approval of the people. Being so biased, turning the truth upside down, saying untruthful words, and even destroying evidence… Restricting freedom of speech, I’ve never seen such a thing in my long life! Alex will not leave with you.”
Aunt Rockefeller’s words made Zachary and the others fear her.
Defying the Lord Commander in public held serious consequences.
This was especially true for Zachary. He knew Grant quite well. He knew that he’s a smiling tiger and that he was actually very sinister and hard to get along with. Most importantly, he was a professional in martial arts and had been more powerful than a grandmaster for a long time now.
Otherwise, the Divine Constabulary and Department Six wouldn’t be in such a situation now.
Some ten years ago, the golden era states were controlled by the Divine Constabulary, and Department Six was in charge of the smaller ones. Even ancient tales said these two organizations had always split the work like this. However, ever since Grant became an Innate Martial Honor, the fights with the Divine Constabulary started. Finally, he won. When both the positions of both organizations were switched, Department Six had more power.
For that, Geronimo was so furious he spat blood.
“Who are you?” Grant smiled and stared at Aunt Rockefeller.
“I’m his aunt,” Aunt Rockefeller answered.
The next second, Lord Commander’s expression changed suddenly, “You dare insult me? I’ll slap you!”
He stood over her, a slap aiming straight at Aunt Rockefeller. It had so much inner force it churned up a gust of wind.
Even Alex, who was at the side, could feel the power of this slap. He wanted to help, but there wasn’t enough time.
Aunt Rockefeller’s eyes turned cold. She too sent out a hit.
“Beauty Falcon Punch!”
Boom.
These two powers met in the air and sent out an explosion.
A gigantic hole appeared on the floor from the explosion, within the funeral hall. Hundreds of people were shoved away by this force, many even spitting out blood. The three coffins in the middle seemed as light as paper, blown away in a mess.
Alex set up the Mystic armor into a defensive wall, sheltering the Larsens behind him.
Thump.
Aunt Rockefeller took three large steps backward. With every step she took, a huge dent would appear on the floor.
After three steps, the white heels on her feet were already broken, her delicate feet smothered in blood.