Chapter - 3135

However, that group of inspection police officers didn't dare to step forward at all.

They had witnessed Zeke's immense strength before and were fully aware that even if they were to join forces against him, their fate would be confined to either death or severe injury.

"Useless, a bunch of incompetent fools!" Fergus cursed in frustration. "What the heck do I need you guys for?"

The gravely injured chief inspector, weakened by excessive blood loss, managed to speak up with a voice resembling a feeble mosquito's buzz, "Mr. Fergus... this man is incredibly. formidable. We... We stand no chance against him! You must flee and seek assistance from the Martial Arts Association... Only the Martial Arts Association can aid us against him.”

Fergus replied indifferently, "The Martial Arts. Association? Hmph, I've just received word that even the chairman of the Association has been apprehended by the Great Marshal. As of now, the association is in utter chaos."

A sense of despair descended upon everyone present.

They were all aware that the Whittaker family's most substantial support came from the Martial Arts Association.

The turmoil within the Association meant that the Whittaker family couldn't rely on a stronger ally.

Fergus added, "Hey, kid, I have to admit, you're quite impressive, compelling me to unveil my trump card!"

The inspection police officers' eyes sparkled with curiosity. Does Mr. Fergus possess a hidden trump card? Since it's kept secret, its power must certainly surpass that of the Martial Arts Association!

The room filled with anticipation as they wondered what potent entity Fergus regarded as his trump card.

Zeke too wore a faint smile.

The more support Fergus could gather, the better. This might be the perfect opportunity to dismantle the Whittaker family once and for all.

Zeke had sensed early on that there was a faint aura of malevolence around Fergus, suggesting that he likely had a connection to Netherworld.

Perhaps this situation could be used to expose the Netherworld entity backing Fergus.

The sanctity of Eurasia was sacrosanct, and under no circumstances would Zeke permit any Netherworld influences to undermine Eurasia's authority.

Fergus snapped his fingers. "Reveal yourselves, you two."

Crash! Crash!

Suddenly, the windows on both sides shattered, and two figures burst in through the broken glass.

These two figures were imposing and robust, seemingly cloaked in a shroud of black mist, exuding an eerie and chilling presence. A single glance from them was enough to send shivers down one's spine, inducing profound discomfort.

Zeke chuckled once more.

As expected, by using Fergus as bait, he had hooked two significant players from Netherworld.

The dense black mist enveloping these two individuals signified a strong presence of negative energy. At first sight, it was apparent that they held high-ranking positions within Netherworld, and perhaps even had superiors above them.

If luck were on his side, Zeke might even be able to flush out the recently escaped Black and White Reapers.

Fergus pointed at Zeke and commanded, "Druno, Drados, cripple this kid for me!"

"Understood!" The voices of the two beings were as cold as their appearances, sending chills down the spines of anyone who heard them.

They advanced toward Zeke, but Francine stepped in front of him, reprimanding them, "Druno, Drados, halt!"

However, the two continued to advance, paying no heed to her command.

Growing anxious, Francine raised her voice, "Druno, Drados, I am giving you a direct order as the young lady of the Xenos family. Stand down and do not harm him.”

But the two remained undeterred, pressing forward. "Sorry, Ms. Xenos. You have no authority to command us."

How audacious!

Francine berated, “Druno, Drados, the Xenos family raised and supported you. Without us, there would be no 'today' for you! Disregarding my orders would be ungrateful and disloyal. Aren't you afraid of being scorned by those in the martial arts community?"

"Ms. Xenos," Druno and Drados responded, "you are mistaken. It was the prime minister who raised us; he is our master, not the Xenos family, and certainly not you. Now that he has passed on, our debt of gratitude has been fully repaid. We are now free individuals. Mr. Fergus values us and has generously hired us as his bodyguards, so we follow his orders."

Francine was left unable to scold the two any further, her heart aching with frustration. She had no choice but to turn to Zeke and say, "You should leave immediately, don't worry about me. They won't dare to harm me."

Zeke, however, shook his head resolutely. "I'm sorry, but I can't leave."

As the current Great Marshal, I cannot allow Netherworld influences to run rampant within my jurisdiction.