Chapter 114 Face-to-Face Clash
- Over there, a man in his fifties stood drenched in cold sweat.
- “Yes, yes, Army Commander. Once this is over, I’ll resign on my own.” The director’s heart pounded. Maxwell York’s ruthless, cold-blooded style—only those who lived through the Violet Sanctrum incident truly feared it.
- “That’s not necessary. If you sat in that seat, you must have something exceptional,” Maxwell said. “We’ll talk later.”