Although he was at the same level as the Blithe King, James never took him seriously.
The same went for the four other commanders-in-chief.
“Hold on.” The Blithe King stopped him from leaving.
“Huh?” James looked back. “Anything else?”
“Trent was my subordinate.” The Blithe King was quite angry. The murderer of his former subordinate did not even give him an excuse as to why he was killed.
“So what?” James only had apathy.
“Mind explaining why?”
“I told you, he deserved it. Also, I’m not begging you for an invitation. You can choose not to give me one.”
James left.
A man walked out of the dark after James was out of sight.
“He really doesn’t give a damn about you.”
The Blithe King laughed it off, and said, “That’s how he is. He wouldn’t act any different even if Jesus came to Earth. Let this go. Trent deserved his death. You, go deliver an invitation to the Callahans.”
The man felt reluctant and asked, “Sir, you’re letting him go just like this?”
The Blithe King replied, “What else can I do? Kill him? He handed in his resignation letter but it is yet to be approved. Plus, he’s a Black Dragon, the general of the Black Dragon Army. Although his time in his post was the shortest, his army is by far the strongest among the other four armies. The higher-ups think greatly of him as well.”
“I’ll go deliver the invitation.” The man did not say anything more.
The Blithe King sighed. “This restructuring has pushed the five regions to the center of the warzone once again.”
Originally, the Blithe King was not the one designated by the higher-ups to handle this restructuring. It only happened because the Black Dragon sensed the upcoming storm and smartly applied for his resignation before everything began to unfold.
Outside the Callahan mansion.
A jeep stopped at the entrance, dropping off a few military uniform-clad men. They walked to the front door of the mansion and gave a few knocks.
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