They were very respectful.
Braydon frowned and said softly, "Get up, the northern army doesn't kneel!"
"The seven elites are led by the northern army."
Even though Christopher Jenkins stood up, he still insisted that etiquette could not be abandoned.
Braydon's eyes revealed helplessness.
Suddenly.
He glanced at the entrance of the Neal family manor.
Someone else was here!
However, the person who came this time seemed to be filled with killing intent.
The person who came seemed to be an army of women.
They were dressed in military attire, and all of them had short hair that reached their ears. They were valiant. There were at least a hundred people who came, and their faces were filled with anger.
"Braydon Neal, come out!"
The angry shout came from an oval-faced girl. She had a rather fierce temper as she called Braydon by his full name.
Christopher's eyes were filled with cold killing intent."
