Braydon Neal had just walked out of the door.
A man in a tunic suit walked toward them, followed by more than twenty people. Without exception, they were all powerful martial artists, and each of them had a murderous look on their faces!
All of them were men, wearing gray tunic suits with a word embroidered on their chests.
Sattler!
It was not difficult to recognize this symbol as someone from the Sattler family.
The man in the lead, who looked to be in his forties, looked at Braydon, who was dressed in white, and shouted coldly, "Are you Braydon Neal from the northern territory?"
Braydon smiled brightly. His eyes were like torches, making it easy for people to get close to him.
"Phineas Sattler from the Sattler family!" Westley Hader looked over.
"Governor Hader and the old governor are also here. Then, please tell me, where is my big brother?" Phineas Sattler's words were filled with killing intent.
