chapter 8 Don't be a knife in the hands of others

Isagani suddenly knelt down, leaving all the police officers around him stunned.
And Isagani himself was even more terrified.
That token had already allowed him to guess Brantson's identity.
There was only one person in the country who owned that token.
It was the lord who commanded the north of the country and ordered an army of 300,000 soldiers. He was awarded the title of a National Treasure by the country, and was the current myth of the national military, the Lord of the North.
Who cared that this supreme military leader in the northern border killed an insignificant young master of the Sanders family? So what if he ignored the law?
Throughout Veridian, his words were justice, national law, and discipline.
Not to mention killing the young master of the Sanders family, even if he killed himself now, who could do anything to him?
On the contrary, if the lord died in his hands, he would be charged with treason.
Attempting to kill the Northern Lord, wasn't this treason?
Isagani knelt on the ground, feeling extremely frightened in his heart. He kept kowtowing and begging for forgiveness, saying, "Lord, it's my fault. I bumped into your car carelessly. I really deserve death. Please forgive me, Lord!"
After that, he kept kowtowing to apologize.
But at this time, there was silence in the Hummer.
Isagani's heart instantly became cold, and his cold sweat and blood couldn't stop dripping from his forehead. His whole body felt like falling into an abyss.
Just when he felt that thunderous punishment was waiting for him, Brantson's voice seemed to come from the vast nine heavens, "As long as you have not completely lost your true heart, I will spare you what happened today. If it happens again, go to the execution ground to get the bullets."
Isagani was both surprised and ashamed in his heart, and he hurriedly expressed gratitude, "Thank you, Lord, for showing mercy beyond the law. From now on, I will definitely abide by myself and not dare to commit any dereliction of duty."
Persaius on the side frowned when she saw this scene and shouted coldly, "Since the Lord has spoken, why don't you get out of here?"
Only then did Isagani come to his senses and said humbly, "Yes, yes, I'll get out of here."
Persaius snorted coldly and said, "Remember, if you dare to reveal the true identity of the Lord, there is only one fate, and that is death. Do you understand?"
Isagani hurriedly promised, "Don't worry. It concerns the Lord. I won't say a word."
Persaius nodded with satisfaction, ignored the frightened Isagani and others, stepped onto the Hummer, and left.
Isagani watched the Hummer leave. His heart finally settled, and his face showed indescribable joy.
Today, he almost had closed the door of hell and walked away for the rest of his life...
When he thought of this, he felt happy again.
It was truly the greatest honor in his life to have the opportunity to meet this legendary figure in the military world.
Normally, even the mayor of the Golden City would not be qualified for this honor.
He couldn't help but sighed, "Lord of the Northern Territory. It is really as rumored, like the eternal starry sky, shining on the land of our country with infinite light."
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The Hummer headed straight for the Genting Mountain Villa.
Brantson sat in the car with his eyes closed and meditative, his young face in the sun showing his sharpness and coldness.
Soon, the Genting Mountain Villa was in sight.
Any villa here was worth more than 7 to 8 million dollars. It could be said that every inch of land was very valuable, and it was surrounded by water, setting off the lakes and mountains, which was beautiful and had a unique charm.
The outdoor swimming pool, fitness center and other luxurious facilities were all fully equipped. Anyone who could live here had a prominent status and background, and was either rich or noble.
Ordinary people didn't even have the qualifications to look up here.
Brantson came all the way here and soon met his sister.
At this moment, even though Necola was no make-up, she was still beautiful and moving. With her exquisite and graceful figure, she was enough to make countless people fall in love with her.
In Brantson's memory, his sister had a look of arrogance and coldness on her pretty face all the time. She was like a mysterious woman standing on the clouds, aloof from the world and independent. She could only smile like this when she was at home.
But now, there was no trace of that year.
Some were left with only the bitterness, helplessness and haggardness after the changes in the world.
When Necola saw Brantson, there was a burning look in her eyes.
For five years, her life had been black and white, but the appearance of Brantson had added the color it should have.
Brantson looked at his haggard sister and said distressedly, "Necola, back then you were confident and arrogant, and did not care about the children of other wealthy families in the Golden City. How come you have changed like this..."
Hearing this, Necola could only feel helpless, and then sighed and said, "Brantson, we are not what we used to be..."
Back then, when the Collins family was still the most wealthy family in the Golden City, she would be respected everywhere, so she was naturally arrogant and could not care about others.
After all, no matter how old a family was, how could it compare to the Collins family, which was at its peak at that time?
However, after the wealthy Collins family disappeared, if she continued to have such thoughts now, it would only be embarrassing.
"Necola, remember, you are my sister, Brantson Collins. From this moment on, you will be more confident and arrogant than before."
"Not to mention the Golden City, or even the entire country of China, no wealthy family can compare with your current status."