Meanwhile, in the first-class cabin.
William stared at the fighter jets in surprise as a rare smile appeared on his sullen face.
He said smugly, "The Black Clan knows that I'm coming, so they sent two fighter jets to escort me! How considerate of them!"
One of his subordinates, a muscular and handsome blonde man with blue eyes, replied with a grin, "The fact that the Black Clan can mobilize two fighter jets indicates that they're a force to be reckoned with."
William agreed, "Indeed. They seem to be quite formidable."
"But I'm still confused about something. Why can't they kill Nathan yet if they're so powerful?"
"Legion, we shouldn't rely on others to take revenge on our behalf. I guess we will have to kill Nathan with our own hands. The Black Clan can only assist us."
It turned out that the blonde man with blue eyes was a combat expert that William brought from Eagleland, and his nickname was Legion.
When Legion was young, he was sent to train in the most horrific and brutal underground boxing ring on the planet.
There were a hundred new recruits in the Siberian boxing ring, and only one or two survived the gruesome training.
The children were trained to tackle ferocious beasts, and after their training, they could easily kill a thousand-pound grizzly bear with just one strike.
Legion was the only survivor of the training program. After that, he went on to dominate the underground boxing ring by winning all one hundred and seven of his matches and killing every single opponent he faced.
He was a harbinger of death and the master of the ring, so everyone called him 'Legion.'
And the fact that William brought Legion along with him was a testament to how much William wanted to exact revenge on Nathan.
At present, Legion seemed calm and poised as he squinted, but his murderous aura was still evident in his demeanor. He merely grinned and replied, "As you wish."
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