Luther Carden sat in his wheelchair, chatting and laughing. No one dared to underestimate him.
This was because he was the leader of the Northern Army's hidden agents!
He was secretly in charge of 800,000 Northern Army's hidden agents. Who knew how much dirt he had collected on these people?
Moreover, Braydon Neal was not in the northern desert, so the Northern Army was under Luther's command!
That was a million elites!
In the entire world, how many people could lead a million elites?
Moreover, Luther was also in charge of the Northern Army's hidden agents. His capabilities were probably only second to Braydon in the Northern Army lineage.
If it wasn't for the fact that there were too many matters in the Northern Army that delayed Luther's cultivation, with his talent, he would have long advanced to the pinnacle realm.
"The capital is still very safe!" Westley Hader said softly.
"Not necessarily!"
