Chapter: 372
As soon as he left, a fully armed team immediately rushed in and sealed off the scene. Everyone involved was arrested.
He didn’t care to worry about what happened next.
With Sergeant Spanner’s power, there would naturally be no loopholes in handling this small matter..
On the other side, at Fallridge Haven.
“What? Dustin didn’t die?! How could this happen? Gabriel is in the top ten on the Hundred Immortals, and he brought so many elite members of the Horst family to help him out. It should have been easy to deal with that kid.” When the news came out, Caden couldn’t help but furrow his brows slightly.
“We still don’t know the details. There was no news from the dojo. We only heard that Dustin returned unharmed,” the guard whispered.
“That’s odd. Where is Gabriel? Call him and ask,” Caden said thoughtfully.
“Sir Gabriel disappeared. The phone won’t get through, and the dojo has been sealed off by the military,” the guard replied.
“Sealed off by the military? What happened?”
“We’re not sure yet.”
“Send someone to investigate and find out what happened,” Caden ordered.
“Yes, sir!” The guard agreed and quickly left.
However, at that moment, a strong windy blade sound could suddenly be heard from outside. A military helicopter descended from the sky and landed steadily on the square.
As the cabin door opened, an old man with white hair and a burly figure, followed by several subordinates, walked out confidently.
The old man had a square face, a goatee, and a dignified look, emitting a strong and powerful aura. That was the aura of a seasoned warrior, formed after many years on the battlefield!
Ordinary people would shiver at the sight of him and wouldn’t dare to get close.
The old man was none other than Christopher Murray, the founding father of Dragonmarsh!
“Father? What brings you here?” When Christopher walked into the council chamber, Caden, who was drinking tea, was startled. The tea spilled all over the floor, and the teacup shattered on the ground.
But he didn’t have time to care about that and got up to greet him respectfully, like a mouse meeting a cat.
Although Christopher had not been involved in the family’s affairs for ten years, his accumulated influence over the years still made people tremble with fear.
Even Caden, as the heir, didn’t dare to behave out of line.
“Kneel down,” Christopher uttered two words softly.
“What?” Caden was stunned for a moment, then obediently knelt down on the ground.
In the Murray family, Christopher was like a god, and no one dared to defy him.
“Do you know the reason why I made you kneel?” Christopher sat down on the chair, his presence was imposing.