Bab 7: Chapter 7: The White-clad is the Supreme Military Lord of my Dragon Realm!
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In September, the Capital City was greeted by the first rain shower following the advent of summer. The heavy downpour washed away the sweltering heat, bringing along a long-awaited coolness.
But at this very moment, the War Department Command Center in Capital City was filled with a sort of pressure that stifled breathing. The extremely low pressure had silenced everyone present.
The Four Great War Gods, five War Kings, and a hundred thousand soldiers — such large-scale military operations were almost impossible to witness in peacetime.
But, now, they had all seen it unfold right before their eyes.
This was not a drill.
It was an actual operation!
An unparalleled operation!
Braxton inhaled sharply a few times, forcibly quelling his inner unease.
Regaining his composure, Braxton took out a specially-made mobile phone and swiftly keyed in a string of digits.
This number was the same one that White Mitchell dialed for the first call he made after he was released from prison.
The super-secret number was a direct line to the heavens!
Only when facing a formidable enemy could Braxton call this number.
Obviously, in Braxton's mind, this operation was no less formidable than facing a powerful enemy!
"Braxton, we already know everything, you just need to remember, White is the Supreme Military Lord of our Dragon Realm!"
"Throughout history, leaders can be killed but never humiliated, let alone now when the one being humiliated is our Supreme Military Lord of the Dragon Realm!"
"On this matter, we all agree, we trust in White and willingly let him take the reins!"
"At the same time, we also give you another order, to support all of White's actions and eliminate all the cancers hidden in society!"
"To cleanse the landscape of all filth and restore tranquility to our fertile lands!"
Clear away the filth and restore tranquility to the fertile lands?
Wow!
At this moment, a profound sense of responsibility filled Braxton's heart. His fiery passion escalated from silence to boiling point in less than half a second.
The raging martial blood in him seemed like thousands of horses thunderously galloping in his ears!
"I promise to complete the mission!"
With a crisp sound, his feet came together, and his arms shot up. As a soldier, Braxton spoke in a resounding, solemn, authoritative voice!
This was a promise he, as a soldier, made to the nation, the people, and himself. He would not stop until he achieved his goal!
Just as Braxton was making this pledge, in another upscale neighborhood in River North City, the figure of Diego emerged. Looking at the villa in front of him, an amused expression crossed his face.
"I was wondering why I couldn't find that little minx Sherry Jones. Turns out she's hiding in the Mill family's place. The Mill family is indeed impressive!"
At River North City, in the Mill Family Villa, Diego stepped out of his sports car, grinning playfully. Behind him, men filed out of several black business vehicles, assembling behind him.
"Miss, Diego has arrived. He's right outside the door."
The Mill family of River North was undoubtedly the wealthiest family in the city before Kingston appeared. They held the reputation of the King of River North.
But ever since Kingston emerged with thunderous momentum, the Mill family had become increasingly low-profile.
Now, when people mention The King of River North, only Kingston comes to mind.
"Sherry, are you sure about this? If you go out now, you'll definitely fall into Diego's claws and become his plaything!"
The one speaking now was Beryl Mill, the only daughter of Vincent Mill, and also Sherry Jones's best friend.
This time, thanks to her help, Sherry Jones was able to avoid calamity. Otherwise, it would be Sherry Jones who had been kidnapped by now.
"Beryl, I truly don't have any other options right now. As for clearing my brother's name, my father has already been killed by them. I can't just stand by and watch them hurt my mother."
"As long as my mother can survive, I'll do whatever they want me to..." Sherry Jones was crying her eyes out.
For three days, she hadn't shut her eyes for even a moment. At this moment, both her body and spirit were on the verge of collapsing.
"Sherry, they are never going to let your family off no matter what. Don't you think going there now is like a lamb entering a tiger's den?"
"Let's wait a bit longer, my dad will be home tomorrow. He'll definitely find a way to help you. Can we wait just one day, okay?" Beryl Mill pleaded despairingly.
The Sherry Jones of the past was lively and cheerful, her life full of sunshine. It was her positivity that helped cast away my darkest clouds.
But now, Sherry Jones has been utterly beaten down by life. It seems as if only pain was left in her world.
Beryl felt a deep sympathy, but was also utterly helpless.
Because the trials that Sherry Jones was facing were no longer something that she, or even the Mill family, could provide help for.
All of this was because of one man, a man that Sherry Jones once loved deeply, but now utterly despises.
Her adopted brother, the son of the Jones Family, White Mitchell.
A prisoner jailed for economic crimes!
Even though Sherry Jones' family believed that White Mitchell was framed and even managed to gather evidence, Beryl knew it was unlikely that they could reverse his charges because he had offended some powerful person.
The father of Sherry Jones was even murdered for investigating the imprisonment of White Mitchell, which goes to show how significant the person White offended was.
Therefore, even though Beryl wanted to help, she was powerless.
All she could do now was to use the influence of the Mill family in River North to protect Sherry Jones to the best she could.
But at this point, Sherry Jones' was utterly confused and could not even care about her own safety.
"Beryl, thank you for your kindness, but I've made up my mind. Let's end all of this. I just wish my mother could come back safely."
With that, a dispirited Sherry Jones walked towards the door.
...
Meanwhile, White Mitchell rushed into the lobby of a private hospital in River North, holding his unconscious foster mother.
The strong scent of battles and blood was still lingering, with a supreme murderous aura that caused people around to turn their heads.
Everyone instinctively stepped aside for him.
"Doctor, save her, quickly, quickly, quickly!!!"
The very next moment, a few nurses ran over, seeing the person in White's arms, they were all taken aback by his intimidating aura and couldn't help but yell out in shock.
"Quick! Prepare the operating room, get blood samples, and make ready blood transfusions!"
A young female doctor named Luna heard the commotion and walked over. Seeing the urgent situation, she didn't bother with formalities and immediately started preparations.
However, the nurses behind her stood stiff, making no move to follow her orders.
"Luna, have you forgotten what the hospital director told you? You were already allowed exceptions twice. Now you want a third time?"
"Yes, Luna, you are our hospital's youngest attending physician. The director won't admonish you, at most he'll just give you a scolding. But we suffer the consequences."
"Come on, doesn't she understand the principle of payment before treatment? After all, we are a private hospital, not a charity."
Luna, the young female doctor, couldn't hold it in any longer and reprimanded, "This is a life, a human life! Didn't your teachers teach you during medical school that medicine is a benevolent art and that every life is important?"
Although the young female doctor was angry, the nurses stood still as if they had taken root, not moving an inch.
"If you want to save her, you do it. We're not taking the hit for you!" At this point, an older nurse walked out with her hands on her hips, showing a clear lack of interest.
This was the head nurse of the hospital. She held seniority and position, Luna was completely helpless against her.
"You all!"
Doctor Luna was so angry that she was about to tear up. However, an operation was not something she could complete single-handedly. Without the cooperation of others, it could lead to a medical accident.
At worst, it could result in patient death.
Just as young female doctor Luna was at her wit's end, a loud slap echoed throughout the hospital lobby.
Immediately after, everyone saw a figure being slammed into a pillar in the lobby.
"You... you... dare to hit me!?" The head nurse, her face swollen as if a pig's head, pointed at White Mitchell with a trembling finger.
"Hit you?" White Mitchell's face turned cold, his powerful aura crashing out, "If anything happens to my foster mother, I dare to kill!!!"
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