บท 705: Lifting the Nation's Fate with One Hand!

On the altar, Callen Kramer knelt on the ground with his arms bent as he let out a miserable scream.

Martial Emperor Yanagi's eyes were cold and merciless.

Braydon Neal, who was in the pavilion, glanced at him indifferently. He raised his cup and drank it in one gulp. He said softly, "Jonah, save him!"

"No!"

Harvey Lay laid lazily on the table and spat out one word.

Jonah Shaw did not hesitate.

He only listened to his brother, Braydon!

Since Braydon had asked him to save Callen, Jonah acted decisively and ascended the altar in a flash.

Jonah ascended the altar and looked at Callen. He said indifferently, "Trash, you dare to compete with my brother? You don't know what's good for you!"

"Why, you!"

Callen's eyes were bloodshot and filled with rage.

So what if he was angry?

Callen could not bear the weight of the country's fate!