The Strongest War God

“I’ve long heard that the king of the northern region is a lawless little devil,” Old Man Zito said with a face full of despair. “It seems to be true!”

Tristan’s eyes flashed coldly, and a killing intent appeared.

Old Man Zito’s words were disrespectful, so Tristan wouldn’t let him go just like that!

He wanted to kill him on the spot!

Moreover, Braydon Neal’s words revealed another layer of meaning. As a War God, if he did not use him for himself, he could only kill him so that he would not be injured by this mine.

There was nothing wrong with this way of handling things.

After all, the dark division and the special operations team had done this kind of thing before.

“I’m already so old. I want to do something, but I don’t have the ability to do so!” Old Man Zito said with a bitter face.

“War God level people have mastered the light and dark force. The force flows through the whole body, making the Qi and blood flow smoothly, strengthening the bones, forging the five internal organs, and extending one’s life. They can live for a hundred years, and looking at your spirit, you can live for at least another thirty years.”

Braydon obviously did not intend to let go of such an old fox easily.

Since he had caught him today, he could forget about escaping.

Old Man Zito’s face was filled with despair. “You are the Northern King, a king level character. I’m just an old man. I’m not qualified to be your bodyguard!”

“What a coincidence, the Neal family needs a butler, and I think you’re very suitable!”

As Braydon talked and laughed, he held the handle of the northern cold sword.

If Old Man Zito continued to be sneaky, Braydon would really chop him up.

If Old Man Zito was one of the hidden forces of the north, and he was here fooling around with Braydon, which was like playing with the commander of the northern army like a monkey, the north did not need such a person!

Old Man Zito looked simple and honest, but he was very smart. When he saw Braydon holding the Northern King sword, his eyes twitched. “Alright, is there food and accommodation? Three meals a day. Can I eat noodles? Do I get paid?”

Braydon turned around and left.

Tristan’s tone was not kind. “There’s everything. Who’s in your family? I’ll help you settle them down.”

“Hehe, I’m all alone, so I only need to feed myself.”

Speaking of this, the old man was a little self-satisfied.

In the end, Tristan’s eyes flashed. The more he looked at Old Man Zito, the more he seemed like a hidden force.

Only a hidden force would be alone.

Otherwise, when the hidden forces got married and had children, they would leave a bunch of ties. When the mission was completed and the hidden forces retreated to the north, how could they abandon their family and children?

If they could not, they would not be able to return to the north.

Therefore, most of the hidden forces were alone, seemingly integrated into the life around them, but could leave at any time.

Otherwise, how could a War-God level figure like Old Man Zito not have a single descendant?

It was clearly abnormal.

The three of them came to the village entrance where several vans were parked, all for picking up tourists.

A young man with a pointy face and monkey cheeks asked warmly, “Brother, do you want to take a ride? One hundred per person, and we’ll send you to Preston!”

“Forget it. Five per person. Fifteen for three people. Deal?” Old Man Zito started to haggle.

The young man’s face turned green. “Old Man Zito, you’re being too cruel. No, you have to pay twenty each, or fifty for the three of you!”

Originally, the three of them had to pay three hundred. After Old Man Zito haggled, it became fifty for the three of them!

Tristan’s face turned black. They were people with status. What did this look like right now?

“Get the Preston team to pick us up with a helicopter!” Braydon said.

“Alright!”

Tristan took out his watch and informed the Preston team to pick them up.

As for picking them up by car, it was too slow!

It took two hours to drive from Preston to and fro. The helicopter was fast, so it took less than half an hour to fly back and forth.

The young man was stunned. He had never seen such arrogant people in his life. They even wanted to be picked up by a helicopter. What a joke!

His face darkened. “Are you crazy? You have a helicopter, but you’re here to have fun?”

To be honest, the young man did not believe it.

Who did they think they were to be picked up by a helicopter?

However, just as Tristan had contacted the Preston team, a black helicopter took off from the Preston team’s base. Logan Hall personally went to get them.

Not long after.

At the entrance of Small Zito village, a helicopter was approaching. It was the latest black fighter.

The onboard horn sounded, and the pilot shouted, “I’m the pilot of the Preston team. I’m here to welcome Deputy Governor Yandell. Please wait there!”

The black helicopter continued to descend and landed on the empty concrete ground at the entrance of the village, bringing up a cloud of dust.

The young man’s eyes were wide open. “What the f*ck! They really called a helicopter!”

Many villagers and tourists in Small Zito village looked over curiously.

Logan opened the door and alighted. “Young Master Braydon, Deputy Governor Yandell!”

“Let’s go!”

Tristan followed Braydon and boarded the helicopter, at the same time carrying Old Man Zito, afraid that this wily old man would run away.

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Old Man Zito’s face was that of an innocent person.

Logan did not dare to be careless. A person that was personally watched by a governor was definitely not a good person.

As the helicopter took off, its speed continued to increase, and it flew directly above the Neal family manor.

They were all martial artists in the helicopter, and they did not have to worry so much at the Neal family home. They could just jump down at a low altitude.

The Neal family manor looked as peaceful as it usually was.

“There’s an empty villa there. Logan, clean it up later!” Braydon said.

Logan immediately went to do it, knowing that Tristan and Old Man Zito would be staying there today.

When Braydon entered the house, he found that there were many bottles and jars, as well as some antiques.

Without exception, they were all porcelain from the ancient tomb in the Preston mountains.

Every piece of porcelain was worth a city!

On the table, the azure sunflower plate from the year 960 was very beautiful.

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In fact, all the porcelain in the room was from the year 960 to 1127. They were all in perfect condition and of the highest quality.

In 2012, the azure sunflower plate had been auctioned once!

It was an auction which had antique porcelain and crafts. The so-called 900-year-old azure sunflower plate was sold for a sky-high price of two billion dollars after 34 bids.

However, the quality of the azure sunflower plate was far inferior to the one on the table.

After all, these items were buried with the tomb owner.

Every single one of them was of high grade!

However, Braydon could see that there were hundreds of porcelain pieces from that era in the living room.

They had all five famous porcelains from that era!

Even rarer were a few finished products from the Guan kiln.

As for the location of the Guan kiln, it had not been discovered yet!

This also meant that there was no Guan kiln porcelain in the world, not even an isolated piece.

However, Braydon had seven or eight of them, each one of which was exquisite and flawless. They were the best of the best in that era.

It was not hard to imagine how many antique collectors would be envious if the news was released in modern times.

The Guan kiln of that era was also known as Preston’s Guan kiln. It was said that during the era where the two empires met, a kiln yard was set up near Preston to burn porcelain used in the royal family. Unfortunately, the location of the kiln had not been found yet.

“Why did you send these things to me?” Braydon asked.