Sayon, Headquarters of The Patrol.
"Boss, a large number of ancient martial experts have been found near the Sayon Public Cemetery."
"Boss, it's not good. David Herb, Amanda and Longman's subordinates, all ancient martial strongmen, have gathered together and are rushing to the Sayon cemetery."
"Boss, someone reported that a large-scale battle might occur in the Sayon cemetery. The local division near the Sayon Public Cemetery is requesting support. Should we ask for help from the Martial Department?"
A series of messages continuously bombarded Bentley, the head of the Sayon Supervision Department. At this point, his desk was filled with real-time news files about the Sayon Public Cemetery.
Bentley collapsed in his office chair, a wry smile on his face, looking as if he had nothing left to live for.
How could he not know the situation that would soon occur at the Sayon Public Cemetery? But this was already beyond his control, far beyond his jurisdiction.