Chapitre 370: Chapter 370: The Matters that Martial Department Can't Handle, I'll Handle!

Upon receiving the command, Kylin immediately made a phone call to Asher.

However, soon, Kylin furrowed his brows and said in a peculiar tone, "Asher has already arrived. He's been waiting downstairs, just waiting for me to contact him. He's coming up now."

Oh?

White Mitchell was taken aback, wondering what Asher was playing at.

Shortly after, White Mitchell met the Commander Asher of the Sayon armed forces at Kylin and Beckett's residence.

However, the current state of Asher was far from good, one could even say he looked miserable.

Asher's right hand was completely covered in plaster and his face bore a savage slap mark. He looked utterly disheartened, much like an eggplant beaten by frost.

As soon as he saw White Mitchell, Asher fell to his knees in front of him.

"Sir, forgive me, I betrayed your trust. I should die!" Asher said, looking utterly dejected.

White Mitchell's face was cold as iron as he demanded sternly, "What on earth happened?"