Military Lord of the White Coats

Chapter 20: Mass Outrage in Porta!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Wow!

Him, it was really him! It was Bruce White!

Battle Maniac, King of Aerial Battles, the Battle Asura... The supreme military lord who was personally canonized by the Langdon Elder Association—the Military Lord of the White Coats!

If there was anyone who could represent the heart and soul of the Langdon Battle Division, then the Military Lord of the White Coats was most certainly one of them.

Except for those who had looked at the most challenging obstacles in life and overcome them, who else in the world was worthy of the same prestige as the White Coats?!

He was an object of admiration for 30 million troops in all of Langdon. This was a god of slaughter who slew all his enemies outside the territory and no one dared to challenge him. He was an existence feared by soldiers from all nations—even the military command of the Most High!

“Everybody, now!” The Four Great Gods of Wars raised their arms and shouted.

One hundred thousand White Coats knelt in response and the sound they made overwhelmed the roaring Thunder Dragon.

“Long Live Our Lord!”

Wow!

At this moment, one hundred thousand White Coats, one hundred thousand lives pledged to him!

They seemed to be using their actions to declare to the entire world that their commander-in-chief had officially returned!

In an instant, everyone present felt that they had been covered in an effusion of fighting spirit and a sense of shock lingered in their hearts.

With troops like this, what more could a commander ask for!

There were no military leaders who did not desire to possess such an invincible and dedicated force.

He was truly an existence that deserved to be called the most unparalleled Military Lord!

Fred Muller was ashamed and embarrassed. Not so long ago, he was attempting to order this man of unbelievable military feats around.

He had really messed up. Majorly and spectacularly messed up. How did he dare to order the Military Lord of the White Coats around like he was giving orders to some servants?

It’s over...everything was over. Never mind the Stuarts, right now, he probably could not even save himself.

Puh!

When his thoughts turned to this, Fred Muller suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

He trembled as he picked up the phone just in time to hear the click on the other end. It was so decisive that it made him want to cry.

Immediately though, before Fred Muller could even react, another call came in.

It was his immediate superior, the Commander-in-Chief of the Javon Battle Division!

Frank Muller accepted the call with weariness. He was crestfallen and didn’t say a word.

“Fred Muller! Are you trying to kill me? Pox come on you and your ancestors till kingdom come! Did I do something to your family that you have to bring this major catastrophe over my head?!!! I swear on my mother’s grave...”

As soon as the call connected, there was a series of screaming shouts. At this time, there were no longer any concerns about image or dignity on the other end of the line.

Hearing this voice, the bitterness on Fred Muller’s face deepened. He almost had the desire to die.

At this moment, Jason Stuart was also a collapsed mess on the ground, his face white as a sheet as though he had been emptied of all resolve.

When everyone in the Stuarts saw his current state, their hearts likewise fell completely into the abyss.

The damage had been done, there was nothing anyone could do to salvage it!

Having witnessed what was playing out in front of their eyes, the Stuarts were utterly devastated. Their minds were a confused jumble and they could not recover for the longest time.

Timothy Stuart was in even worse shape. He looked like he had been struck by lightning. He was as petrified as a deer in the headlights and his feelings were a tangled confusion.

Clickety...clack...

The sound of Bruce White’s footsteps could be heard, slow and steady. He alone had total control over the entire situation at the moment.

He had truly silenced everyone present with his own authoritative and magnanimous presence.

It didn’t take long for Bruce White to walk in front of these two, mentor and disciple, looking condescendingly down at the heaping piles of uselessness on the ground with an incredibly apathetic expression.

“These are my troops, my titles, and my strength. Have you two seen enough?” Bruce White’s voice was bitingly icy.

At this moment, Fred Muller and Jason Stuart seemed to have fallen into an icy dungeon. A bone-chilling cold crawled up their spines and they began to shiver.

“Eno-Enough...” Fred Muller tried to open his mouth, but he couldn’t say anything remotely resembling a complete sentence. It was like something had gotten stuck in his throat.

“Then, can I kill these people now?” Bruce White pressed again.

“C...C...can...”

Fred Muller hesitated as he glanced at Jason Stuart next to him. His face was as white as death. He replied without much choice, a touch of complicated emotions in his eyes.

Then, Fred Muller gritted his teeth with gusto and looked at Jason Stuart seriously, “Disciple of mine, your kin are killed by your mentor today! One day, if you want revenge, come and find me!”

As soon as he finished, Fred Muller drew his sword and rushed into the camp of the Stuarts.

“You have done nothing but evil! You deserve to die!”

“You have said nothing but lies! You deserve to die!”

“You are the plagues upon the people! You deserve to die!”

“You should die! You should die! You should die! Die! Die! Die!”

Fred Muller transformed into a ruthless killing machine. Wherever his sword passed, blood was shed all over the place. Corpses quickly piled up behind him one after another.

However, he seemed to have felt nothing at all.

Grief ran wild among the Stuarts. There were groans and howls everywhere. Everyone’s face was full of nothing but despair.

“Ahhhhh...” Timothy Stuart looked up to the sky and howled with pain. There was nothing he could do now.

Out of nowhere, Timothy Stuart screamed at Jason Stuart, “Jason Stuart! From this moment forward, you are no longer one of the Stuarts! We will have nothing to do with you anymore! The Stuarts don’t need the likes of you to avenge us! We don’t need anyone to avenge us!!! ”

“Wha...What...”

When Jason Stuart heard this, he stood up like a man who had just seen the dead. But then, he too drew out the sword he was carrying with him.

“You should die! DIE! DIE!”

In the next moment, he rushed among the Stuarts as if he was mad, following Fred Muller’s lead, and slaughtering people together with him.

He was killing the Stuarts off much faster than Fred Muller, more mercilessly than Fred Muller!

In but a few moments, hundreds of corpses fell down at the scene. In the end, even though the swords in their hands were dulled by the killing, they refused to give up. The sight was unbelievably bloody and tragic.

“They should be killed! Kill them all! Ah Ah Ah!!!” Jason Stuart roared.

This was a total massacre—a one-sided massacre. Watching his kin fall one by one, Timothy Stuart crawled to Bruce White’s feet, his face completely without any color.

“He is innocent, he has never participated in anything we did. I beg you, let him go, please let him go.

“He didn’t know anything about what happened to your family. I planned it alone, from beginning to end. I am the one who took Thomas Zane’s money in Porta to help him destroy your family.

“Thousands of wrongdoings are done by us, the Stuarts, and it has nothing to do with Jason. He hasn’t done anything bad, not one thing. I beg you, please let him go...”

At this time, Timothy Stuart was no longer the Boss, nor the King of Javon whose hands were covered in blood. He was just Jason Stuart’s father.

When Bruce White heard the name ‘Thomas Zane’, his wrath rekindled once again.

To him, Thomas Zane was a name that familiar and yet strange all at the same time.

Once, he had regarded him as close as his own brother. They had started a business and worked hard together. The two of them jointly established the energetic and successful Zane Corporation as it was known now.

But then, he was also a foe so formidable that he plotted with his fiancée to frame Bruce White and send him to jail.

If it were not for fate, how could there still be a Bruce White today?

What he didn’t expect was that even though he had left him with nothing, Thomas Zane still refused to stop. He would only be satisfied when Bruce White’s entire family was ruined!

“You robbed me of my family property and conspiring with Peggy Vade to set me up and send me to jail, and then you killed my foster father! Thomas Zane, Thomas Zane! You are the sworn enemy of Bruce White!”

All his rage was now fully unleashed like a volcanic eruption.

All the hatred over the trespasses of the past were now, once again, vividly in front of his eyes, bloody and brutal!

“Thomas Zane! It’s death that you asked for!”

Boom!

As he thought of him, Bruce White no longer held back. His eyes were bloody red, and all around him was a lingering murderous intent.

On the other side, after hearing this name, the eyes of the four great Gods of War and the five major Kings of War became as frosty as ice. A similar murderous intent, likewise, permeated from them.

Green Dragon, the King of War of the Eastern Defense Battle Division, walked up to Bruce White with a chilling expression on his face. “Almighty, Thomas Zane is the Chairman of one of the most affluent corporations in Porta, the Zane Corporation.

“Tonight there is a celebration for his fifth wedding anniversary with his wife, Peggy Vade, as well as a ceremony to commemorate the recent IPO of the Zane Corporation. He will definitely be in attendance at the ceremony. Is there anything you want us to do?”

Without waiting for Bruce White’s response, the King of War of the Northern Defense, Black Tortoise, who had always been a straight shooter, expressed his views. “Schemers against the Almighty must be killed without mercy! Let me take my people over and chop down that SNOB, Thomas Zane. Let this celebration be his funeral!”

“Count me in!” White Tiger, the Western Defense’s King of War joined in angrily.

“I am coming too!”

“Count me in!”

“And me...”

Four great Gods of War and five Kings of Wars all expressed their desires. With one hundred thousand White Coats at the ready, their target was: Porta!

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