Chapter: 892

"What? Are you going against me too?" Tyler gave him the side eye.

Roderick responded calmly, "I wouldn’t dare. I simply hope Mr. Grant could mitigate the circumstances."

"And if I don’t?"

"I may need to reconsider my annual donation of one billion for your military spending." Roderick flashed a smile.

"Ha! A lowly businessman is threatening me? Beat it, or I’ll kill you too!" Tyler’s face grew cold. He was getting impatient. What was going on today? Why were all these mediocre people bravely acting up against him?

"I wouldn’t expect anything less from General Lionheart. You sure are mighty!" Suddenly, a commanding voice was heard by the door.

Everyone turned their attention toward the sound and saw a middle–aged man in an army uniform adorned with stars, indicating his high rank. He strode confidently with a group of armed guards following behind him.

"The hell? That’s Sir Moran! What brings such an influential figure here?"

The crowd buzzed with excitement at his appearance, curious and astonished expressions filling their faces.

Sir Moran was a lieutenant general. He controlled nearly half of the army in the Southern Province. In terms of official rank, he stood half a notch higher than Tyler, who was only a major general. He sat at the top of the Southern Province!

The unexpected presence of a high–ranking official left everyone wondering, as it was a rare sight to witness him gracing any event.

"Keith Moran?" Tyler frowned slightly, seemingly surprised. He didn’t expect the Harmons to have the influence to bring forth Southern Province’s regional deputy chief.

"He’s finally here!" Hector couldn’t conceal his joy as the tension in his forehead gradually eased. Hector had bided his time in silence, waiting for the opportune moment. He had reached out to Keith a few days ago, uncertain if he would stand up for the Harmons. Seeing him arrive, Hector was relieved. With Keith Moran as the regional deputy chief in attendance, Tyler wouldn’t be able to act as he pleased.

This was Hector’s trump card!

"Hahaha! Sir Moran is here! The Harmons are saved!"

"With Sir Moran present, I doubt Tyler would continue his reckless behavior!"

Keith’s appearance uplifted the Harmons‘ spirits, and they felt inexplicably happy, finally feeling at ease after their previous feelings of repression. So what if Tyler was General Lionheart? He was only a major general. Sir Moran, as a lieutenant general and the one who controlled the army, held greater authority than Tyler. Even a talented genius like Tyler had to show deference in the presence of Sir Moran.

Trent flashed a wide smile.

"Hector, I can’t believe you actually got Sir Moran to come. That’s amazing!"

"Trent, you got it all wrong. Sir Moran’s appearance should have something to do with my son’s identity," Jacob said proudly.

Kate chimed in, "That makes sense. Dylan is a part of the Dark Panther Cavalry and is backed by the Goddess of War. With such a bright future, Sir Moran must have recognized his talent."

Trent chuckled with realization.