Chương 1528: 690 Rise of the Victorious King, Fall of the Loser_3

Whale Feather glanced back, a man wearing handcuffs came out with a languid look.

Divine Art found this man all too familiar, he couldn't help but sneered, "White Tiger, you have a lot of nerve to plot a rebellion with Nando."

White Tiger looked up, squinting at Divine Art and let out a cold laugh, "Well, I underestimated this fence-sitter."

Divine Art, with an extremely respectful demeanor, bowed towards the direction Liam Anderson left, "From the beginning, I have been loyal to the King, never wavering."

White Tiger smirked, the victor is king and the defeated is a bandit. What's there left to say?

"Enough, stop the squabbling here, the King knows very well who is loyal and who betrays him. Take him away."

Whale Feather waved his hand, and his men took White Tiger away on an off-road vehicle.

Whale Feather lit a cigarette, unable to resist the itch in his heart: "Is the Saintess very beautiful?"

Divine Art nodded hastily in agreement.