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Nash and Hera kissed for three minutes before she released Nash and said, “You go on ahead. I’m going to take a nap.”

Nash gently kissed Hera on the check and said, “I’ll come see you later!” After tucking Hera in and ensuring she was comfortable, Nash left the room.

In another room, Otis and Tristan were seated on a couch. “I thought the National Martial Bureau wouldn’t bother with this matter!” Tristan commented with a smirk. He had not had any dealings with the

National Martial Bureau since the incident at Sigur Cliff.

Looking somewhat embarrassed, Otis replied, “Mr. Dean, are you still angry about what happened back then?”

Tristan sneered, “I’ll never forget that incident!” Despite being the strongest official martial force in Drakonia, why did the National

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Otis’ expression turned bitter. “Mr. Dean, you should know that I’m just an elder of the National Martial Bureau. The chief’s word is law.”

Tristan ignored Otis’ excuse. He simply snorted coldly and turned away

Just as Nash reached the door, he received a call from Hendrix, “Mr.

Calcraft, the leader of the Divine Strategy Squadron wishes to see you. Are you available now?”

“I’m back in Jonford.”

“Ahem… I know. I also know you’re at the Jonford Grand Hotel. Our leader has already made his way there.”

“I don’t like your habit of tracking people,” Nash said, his tone displeased.

“Ahem, well… um… we’ll stop tracking you once you officially join us.” Hendrix chuckled awkwardly. Nash immediately ended the call.

As he was about to open the door, an old man approached him from the end of the hallway. He wore plain clothes. While he had a steady demeanor, his gaze was sharp.

Nash was slightly surprised when he saw this old man. Anton

Varhess? Could he be the leader of the Divine Strategy Squadron?

“Mr. Calcraft, I hope I’m not disturbing you?” Anton greeted with a faint smile.

Nash shook his head. “Are you the leader of the Divine Strategy Camp?”

Anton cleared his throat. “The situation was rather unusual the first time we met, so I didn’t reveal my identity to you. Please don’t mind me.”

Nash smiled wryly. “Of course, Mr. Anton.”

Anton must have come to see him today because of what happened at Royal Bay. Since they were all official forces, he ought to just let the National Martial Bureau and the Special Security Department sort things out among themselves,

There was no need for him to still meet with them after meeting with Anton.

When Anton entered the room, Otis and Tristan were stunned for a few seconds before quickly shooting to their feet and saluting,” Greetings. Mr. Varhess!”

Anton waved his hand. “No need for formalities!”

The two of them just stood where they were awkwardly, not even daring to look up at Anton.

This surprised Nash. Could Anton be a stern man? He had only interacted with Anton twice and he had always been kind and humble. He guessed that it might have something to do with his identity as leader of the squadron.

Anton looked at the two and asked, “Are you also here regarding what happened at Royal Bay?”

Tristan nodded. “Yes.”

Anton smiled and gestured for Nash to sit down.