Bab 749: A Thousand Years of History Destroyed Today?

Dominic Lowe was moved. He wanted to persuade him, but he knew that even if he did, it would probably be useless. He might as well not say anything.

"Northern King, you…" Ashley started angrily.

"Hmm?"

Braydon Neal shot a cold glance at her and moved his fingers slightly. The remaining 100 swords hung above Ashley's head, and he said, "Kneel down, and I'll allow you to speak!"

He was clearly trying to offend the International Arbitration Council!

As an arbitrator, Ashley was a high and mighty existence in the western countries.

Because she was a pinnacle!

A pinnacle could not be humiliated!

However, they did not expect that the two arbitrators of the Western International Arbitration Council would suffer great humiliation here today.

It was obvious to Ashley that the young man in white at the head of the table was a young man who would do what he said.

Wilmot was an example.