After all, this was the King of Southeast they were talking about!
Who would dare to say such a thing? Who would even dare to dream of it?
To put it bluntly, the Benton family held immense power in the capital and was unrivaled in the southeastern states.
Not to mention, Shelby was a powerhouse ranked on the Dragon Ranking.
Yet, no one had ever referred to him as the King of Southeast, nor did any faction recognize him as such.
This wasn't a joke or something that could be decided on a whim, nor was it something that could be achieved by defeating a few families or taking down a few individuals.
To become the undisputed ruler of such a vast region involved navigating a web of interests and complexities that ordinary people couldn't even begin to fathom.
But as much as Vernon wanted to laugh at how overconfident Nolan was, he couldn't.
At least not after looking at the corpses scattered around him and recalling Nolan's demonic demeanor earlier before even considering his own predicament.
After taking a deep breath, Vernon looked at Nolan. "No, what right do I have to mock you in my current position? Besides, I've seen with my own eyes just how powerful you are. Becoming the King of the Southeast might be difficult for others, but for you, it might not be so hard.
"However, with our help, you might find the path even easier. So, if possible, could you spare my life? After all, you've already killed all those who deserved to die. I might be old, but I might still be of some use to you or even take some burden off you. So, what do you say?"
When all was said and done, Vernon just wanted to live.
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