C1964 CHAPTER1964 THE END OF THE MAGISTRATE

"Bastard!"

"A bunch of swindlers!"

"They're just after my Northern City's territory!"

"Damn it!"

"Sam Moreels! You ruined my plan!"

Bei Beichen, the Master of the Northern City, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. Despite his fury, he forced himself to maintain composure.

On the battlefield