The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 1085

The Twelve Supreme Kings had grouped together and departed from Quadfield.

When this news was disseminated worldwide via the dark web, leaders of various organizations and nations were abruptly awakened in the middle of the night, hastily converging at their respective headquarters.

The power embodied by Quadfield was undeniably overwhelming.

Each action taken by Quadfield sent shockwaves across the globe.

In the past, the mere departure of one supreme king from Quadfield had been sufficient to strike fear into the heart of a nation, let alone when all twelve of them had collectively departed.

Could the sky be falling down? Is it the end of the world?

As the leaders of these organizations were preparing to monitor the intended destination of the Twelve Supreme Kings, the intelligence department conveyed a disconcerting message. “The whereabouts of the Twelve Supreme Kings have completely disappeared from our intelligence network.”

Completely disappeared?

Everyone's heart leaped to their throat.

Dealing with Quadfield for numerous years had made these organizations acutely aware of the group's cunning tactics.

If Quadfield were to target any organization, the modus operandi would closely resemble the current situation. They would initially depart from Quadfield, then execute a swift and unforeseen assault, leaving their adversaries utterly unprepared.

By the time the targeted organizations comprehended the situation, their defenses would have already been breached, and the outcome sealed.

Hence, at this moment, everyone was secretly praying, fervently hoping that they would not be the unlucky ones singled out as the target of the Twelve Supreme Kings.

Unbeknownst to the world, at that precise moment, the Twelve Supreme Kings and their most trusted associates were humbly kneeling in the courtyard of the mansion.

Each supreme king in this assembly wielded the power to effortlessly decimate a small nation.

Beyond the mansion's walls, they were influential figures capable of dictating life and death with a mere command. Yet within this courtyard, they were merely the devoted subordinates of Lord Campbell.

Helena, the butler of the mansion, cast a displeased glance at the supreme kings kneeling in the courtyard. “Without a decree from Lord Campbell, who granted you the authority to come here on your own accord? If an assault were to befall Quadfield at this juncture, who among you would bear the weight of such a responsibility?” she chided.