"Your SHADOW organization is out of control!" Alexander Hall shouted in anger.
"Sir, Commander Gardner has been in Ozin recently. Should we invite him over to discuss this with him and hear his opinion?" Clay Yates took a deep breath and spoke to Alexander Hall.
For him, he didn't want to get into a conflict with SHADOW over this matter. On the one hand, he firmly believed that Spike Arnold's charges were definitely false accusations. He had been in Ozin for many years and had worked with Spike Arnold several times before. He knew exactly what kind of person Spike Arnold was - upright, selfless, and absolutely deserving of the title Ebony Lord.
On the other hand, he sincerely admired Billy from the bottom of his heart. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he didn't want to stand against Billy Gardner.
Moreover, based on his understanding of Billy's character, if Alexander Hall continued to cause trouble like this again, he would definitely not be able to get away unscathed. They would have to take revenge on them later.
"We're here for business purposes only! Not here for small talk!" Alexander Hall interrupted him directly.
"But..." Clay Yates frowned slightly.
"That's enough! You have nothing else to do here! Go stand aside!" Alexander turned to Judge and continued, "I'm telling you now that even if God himself comes down today I will still take Ebony Lord away!"
"You're shameless!" Judge glanced at him, "I'd like to see how you plan on taking our SHADOW honorary elder away!"
"You better not push me too far or else..." Alexander Hall felt himself getting closer and closer towards the edge of rage. He was the Provincial Governor, a respected and revered figure wherever he went. But now, he was being treated with such disrespect.
Although Judge held the same administrative rank as him, he believed that the Provincial Governor's office was superior to SHADOW. So between peers, he had to be at least half a level higher than them. So in his eyes, Judge was committing an offense by speaking out of turn.
"You talk too much. If you want to fight then come on! If you don't dare then get lost!" Judge interrupted him.
"You bastard! How dare you speak to the Provincial Governor like that?" A bald man from his entourage pointed at Judge and shouted angrily.
"If you point your finger again, don't blame me for what happens next!" Alban Carroll flicked his wrist and produced a cold crescent moon blade in his hand.
"What did you say?" The bald man frowned and turned towards Alban Carroll, "You are obstructing an official proceeding. Do you believe..."
Before the words could fully escape, a swift blade gleam shot out, passing directly by the man's fingertips.
Before the words could fully escape, a swift blade gleam shot out, passing directly by the man's fingertip. The next moment, the man's index finger was seen dropping to the ground, a jet of blood spewing forth.
"Ah..." The man let out a painful cry.
"Rascal!" Alexander Hall roared, raising his hand and swiping his palm toward Alban Carroll.
"Get lost!" Judge's gaze darkened, and with a similar movement, his palm swept horizontally.
Boom!
Suddenly, two fighters collided with a dull roar, sending a powerful shockwave rippling outwards and causing the clothes of the surrounding crowd to flutter wildly. In the next moment, Alexander Hall was sent staggering backwards seven or eight steps, his blood boiling within him and threatening to burst forth from his mouth.
"A Grand Elder Battle God?" he gasped in disbelief as he regained his footing.
He had thought that Judge was at most on par with himself as a Tier-two Battle God, but it turned out that Judge had already reached the peak level!
"Surprised?" Judge sneered at him. "Do you still want to make noise about taking Spike Arnold away?"
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