A War God level person would probably not even glance at Silas Queen.
The experts at that level were extremely arrogant, and money could not move them at all.
Silas knew that the person in front of him had more than a hundred War Gods under his command. He was the true Northern King!
Back then, he had a plane crash in the north with his entire family. When he found out that they had almost crashed into the camp, he was almost scared to death.
In the years that followed, people kept hearing about the legend of that big shot in the northern region of Hansworth!
He was really a person who could be seen as a deity in the world!
"Northern King," Silas said respectfully.
"Just call me by my name. I'm at home!" Braydon Neal smiled.
Silas mustered up his courage, but he did not dare to call the Northern King by his name.
"General Braydon, I didn't have my phone with me just now. Otherwise, I would have picked up the call!"
