Military Lord of the White Coats

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

At the periphery of the Southern Lakes Villas.

Quentin Stark, the governor of Javon, asked seriously, "Hanson, how do you see this thing with Timothy Stuart?"

It was Hanson Holt, the head of the Executive Bureau, who was standing next to him.

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After so many years working together, they knew one another really well and had become perfect partners.

"I see it on my feet. How else can I see it?!"

Quentin Stark was surprised by Hanson Holt's reply.

"Timothy Stuart is a cruel man who has no respect for the law. I would take him down even if this had not happened today!

"Now he is personally courting death. He asked for this. He can blame no one but himself.

"I will not only see it on my feet but also see it with a telescope while eating sunflower seeds!"

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Then, Hanson Holt really took out a telescope, but it was a pending question whether he had any sunflower seeds in his pockets.

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Quentin Stark's eyelids kept twitching. He did not know much about the battle division. Actually, it was only from Hanson Holt that he knew about them at all.

He knew that none of the people standing behind Bruce White were average.

They were the five Kings of War guarding the borders and the central region of the country. Any of them was paramount in the international world.

Quentin Stark only hoped this thing would not go overboard. Otherwise, as the governor, even he would find it difficult to put an end to it.

"Quentin, they are out!" Hanson Holt gesticulated with the telescope in his hands. He was as excited as a kid.

"Damn it! Is Wallace Liam there, too? He is really experienced. I can't believe he saw through them!"

Hanson Holt cursed, staring at the gate of the villa.

Quentin Stark rolled his eyes at Hanson Holt. Then, he said to the guard behind him, "Find me a telescope too!"

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Hanson Holt took out a telescope from who-know-where with a smirk.

"Shoot! You have a second one! Why didn't you give it to me earlier?!" Quentin Stark seemed to be pissed off. He raised the telescope to look at the villa.

There were more than one thousand men with Timothy Stuart at this moment. It was an impressive scene.

Some of them were in suits, and others were just rogues. Some looked dignified, and others were hideous.

Obviously, the group had Javoners from all walks of life with all kinds of social statuses.

All the Javoners knew there were three kinds of people in Javon that they absolutely could not provoke: the officials, the soldiers, and Timothy Stuart.

And this mob showed just why no one should provoke Timothy Stuart.

No matter if you were evil or an upright man, Timothy Stuart would always find a way to deal with you until you had no way out in Javon.

"Dad, dad! Help! Help me! Kill him! Kill him!!!"

Jordan Stuart who was in a terrible condition at the moment yelled as soon as he saw Timothy Stuart as if the sight of his father brought his confidence back to life.

"Shut up!"

Behind Bruce White, Kirin slapped Jordan Stuart across his face right there, under the nose of Timothy Stuart. He did not show any mercy to Jordan Stuart.

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"You piece of shit that just got out of jail! How dare you hurt my son?! You are courting death!"

Holding a cigar in his mouth, Timothy Stuart narrowed his vulture-like eyes while puffing smoke. He sounded ironic and irritated at the same time.

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Then, seven to eight muscular men came forward to stand next to him although no one told them to. "Boss, that's just a nobody. Let us deal with him!"

Timothy Stuart gave them a nod. Then those muscular men ran towards Bruce White right away.

Boom!

Three men with intimidating auras showed up all of a sudden and knocked those muscular men down without any effort at all.

The seven to eight muscular men lay on the ground with painful expressions on their faces.

Then, Wallace Liam showed up in front of the group.

"Wallace Liam?"

Cruelty slowly filled the narrowed eyes of Timothy Stuart little by little.

The two generations of Javon's Kings met up here. It was going to be a head-to-head confrontation!

It was an unprecedented moment in the history of Javon.

Would the new king establish his prestige? Or would the old king take his power back? Everyone was looking forward to seeing the result.

"Timothy Stuart, the Liams..."

Timothy Stuart shook his head before Wallace Liam could finish. "Wallace Liam, I didn't kill you out of the kindness of my heart, but you're taking me for granted. Do you really think you are a rival to me?"

"You!" Wallace Liam turned pale immediately. "Okay! Let's settle this once and for all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three old men who had come with Wallace Liam came forward, revealing their intimidating auras without holding back.

"Roman Liam is here to exchange blows with the Stuarts!"

"Martis Liam is here to exchange blows with the Stuarts!"

"Gordon Liam is here to exchange blows with the Stuarts!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The three top-notch martial artists were overwhelming. The auras they revealed were much more intimidating than people of their age usually had.

"Heh-heh... Bruce White, are you counting on Wallace Liam? He is just a good-for-nothing!" A cold smile broke out on Timothy Stuart's face at the sight of the three martial artists who had come with Wallace Liam.

Wallace Liam responded before Bruce White could speak, "Timothy Stuart, don't you go too far! Javon is not a back garden for the Stuarts!"

"Heh-heh... You are stupid! As long as I am in Javon, Javon will always be the Stuarts' turf! You, Wallace Liam, are nothing in my eyes!"

Boom!

Just then, the five old men directly behind Timothy Stuart came forward right away.

Their auras were deep, steady, and devastating!

They were also top-notch martial artists!

Five versus three!

Wallace Liam put on a serious look right away.

Boom!

The eight masters started to fight right away. The close combat brawl was merciless. Every attack was threatening.

"Aaaaah..."

However, the three Liams lost one by one in less than one minute.

It was a landslide victory for the Stuarts. Timothy Stuart won the fight between the two generations of kings!

Wallace Liam's face could not fall any further when he saw the result.

He had thought that even if his three martial artists could not win, the fight would at least last for a while.

But to his surprise, they were completely suppressed. They could not even fight back.

"Bruce, I'm afraid that's all I can do. You've seen everything. Even I am not a rival for Timothy Stuart.

"I will stall him for you so find an opportunity to run away. Take Priscilla with you. Go away from Javon. Don't come back again as long as Timothy Stuart is still here!"

Wallace Liam took a deep breath. He looked decisive and resolute. He had tried his best, but the result was just not satisfying. He knew there was nothing he could do to change the situation.

He had thought he was living on borrowed time, but he just could not convince himself anymore. He would rather try again than wait for death without doing anything.

But he lost. This proved that he was indeed not a rival for Timothy Stuart.

He only hoped his daughter could get out of here and escape to somewhere as far as possible.

"Go! Go! Go, now!"

Wallace Liam shouted. He knew his era had ended. Staring at Timothy Stuart, he had been prepared to risk his life.

Timothy Stuart's gaze was dark and gloomy. He was giving off a cruel and aggressive aura.

The five old men understood what he wanted to do. They blocked their retreat route in an instant.

Five aggressive auras approached Bruce White.

Holding the cigar in his mouth, Timothy Stuart took a step forward. The aura of the top-notch martial artists spread.. Looking at Bruce White coldly, he said, "Go? You hurt my son. Do you think I will let you go so easily?"