Three generations of prosperity!
He didn’t say forever, after all, who knows if the Harding clan will still exist in the future. So he said three generations of prosperity. But at this moment, three generations are also a blockbuster.
After all, three generations, for those who live a long time, can reach one to two hundred years.
In one to two hundred years, the sea changes into mulberry fields, it’s enough.
This is a huge bomb.
However, some people were still hesitating, still wavering, after all, this matter was too significant.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, are you still hesitating?”
Hue Harding glanced at the crowd: “Outside, there is a menacing army of 100, 000 from South Land.”
“We are willing to stand for peace, wishing the Harding family and South Land prosperity for a thousand generations.”
With a step.
Jayden Harris and Rolf Haynes stepped forward to show their submission.
They had made their decision long ago, to submit to the peace, to take a gamble. After all, that army of 100, 000 had already arrived. As long as they won the bet, their clans would soar to the sky.
This gamble had a greater likelihood of winning.
“We are also willing to stand for peace.”
In a flash.
In the back, those wavering clans also bowed one after another.
They thought they had lost.
However, some families did not bow.
“Are you waiting for Mr. X?” Hue Harding’s bewitching gaze flickered with a trace of gloom.
“Yes.” Someone said. St. Sunday wasn’t only home to the weak. There were also those who were unwilling to become slaves to a defeated country.
“Heh, even if he comes, what use is it?” Hue Harding scoffed, hands behind his back.
“Is that so?” At that moment, a voice came from outside the door. Everyone looked towards the entrance, where a man in a black coat, wearing a half-mask, with deep-set eyes, slowly walked in. The temperature seemed to drop a few degrees when he entered.
This was indeed Mr. X. Gloomy, violent, terrifying!
On his left, a woman in a red dress walked in, beautiful without losing her spirit. This was Theresa Lindsay, the eldest daughter of the Lindsay family, the foremost pro-war family in St. Sunday.
On his right, a woman in a fitted white suit, exemplifying her stunning figure, a refined and powerful woman. This was Evelyn Hall, the deceased eldest daughter of the Hall family, previously revealed as Mr. X’s underling, the Silver Fox beauty.
“Mr. X, what can you do by coming here? Are you trying to forcibly interfere with the public’s choice?” Hue Harding squinted his eyes, framing Mr. X as an adversary in the eyes of the crowd, putting him on the grill.
However, what he didn’t expect was for Robin to stride over, grasp Jayden Harris by the neck, and the sound of a crisp snap echoed through the auction hall.
“Interfere? Do I need to interfere?” Robin’s voice echoed throughout the auction hall.
Jayden Harris was dead. He didn’t even have a chance to retort.
“Peace faction? What a joke. Kisia nurtured you for a thousand, ten thousand years. You were born on this land, what right do you have to betray it? Those who betray must die, to atone with death.” Robin’s gloomy eyes swept over the hall.
Everyone was stunned. So was Ben Roach. So was Hue Harding.
He killed someone? Had this Mr. X gone mad? Daring to kill, unafraid to incite public anger?
Then, Robin turned his gaze to another pro-peace faction leader, Rolf Harris of the Harris family.
Rolf Harris was already scared stiff. He came and killed someone immediately? This Mr. X doesn’t reason?
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you this time. Our previous favor is now cancelled,” Robin said. The previous favor was naturally about a villa.
Rolf Harris gave a villa to Robin. A villa, in exchange for a life. It was worth it.
However, Rolf Haynes was stunned. When did he have any connection with this Mr. X? What previous favor? This was his first time meeting Mr. X, what favor was there?
“Mr. X, you are too presumptuous. This is a vote, for the future of St. Sunday!” Hue Harding’s face was frosty.
He had prepared himself to reason with people. But who could have expected that Mr. X wouldn’t reason, that he would kill as soon as he arrived? The key point was, if this was in the past, he liked this approach, but now he didn’t have enough manpower, or rather, he had manpower, but they were no match for this Mr. X.
“Vote? Fine, everyone, whoever doesn’t vote for war, prepare to die.”
Robin’s words stunned everyone present. So domineering? If you don’t vote for war, you die?
“I’ll set a timer, one minute. Anyone who hasn’t voted for the pro-war faction within that time, don’t plan on leaving today.” Robin’s gaze swept across the crowd, causing a shiver to run through everyone’s hearts.
“I vote for the pro-war faction.” Theresa Lindsay cast her vote. Following her, some people who had already been leaning towards the pro-war faction also voted. Suddenly, the number of people in favor of war increased.
However, there were still a large number of people who dared not vote, but also did not dare not to vote. In the end, all eyes fell on Hue Harding. His face was pale; he had not expected Mr. X to pull such a move. No discussions, just forceful coercion with his fists.
“What, you want to refute me? There’s only twenty seconds left, Hue Harding. Vote. If you don’t, I’ll kill you too. I always keep my word.” Robin looked up at Hue Harding.
“You!” Hue Harding clenched his fists. “Don’t you fear the army of a hundred thousand outside?”
“Ten… nine…” Robin continued speaking, paying him no mind.
“You…” Hue Harding seemed to be on the verge of grinding his teeth to dust. Then, in the last five seconds, he voted. He voted for the pro-war faction. As long as there are green hills, one need not fear running out of firewood. Suddenly, those wavering families also voted for the pro-war faction.
“Good, time’s up. Pro-war faction, one thousand one hundred and twenty-seven votes. That’s about what I expected. Good, next, I order: Theresa Lindsay will be the military affairs minister, leading all the military affairs of St. Sunday. Evelyn Hall will be the mayor, overseeing all internal affairs of St. Sunday,” Robin commanded.
The room fell into a deafening silence.
However, a few people stood up. They were the original mayor and some military affairs ministers, all with faces full of anger. “Mr. X, what right do you have to interfere with St. Sunday’s affairs? What right do you have to interfere with St. Sunday’s army? What right do you have to interfere with St. Sunday?” Their voices were incredibly loud.
Many people in the room were already dissatisfied, and their anger was ignited by the words ‘What right do you have to interfere with St. Sunday.’ They suddenly fixed their hateful gazes on Mr. X.
“Heh, inciting public anger.” Hue Harding saw this and began to sneer on the side, ready to watch a good show.
However, Robin flipped his coat, removed his mask, and revealed a face as handsome as if it were carved from stone, along with a golden dragon pattern fluttering in the wind, and a token in his hand.
“Is this enough? Some lowly scavengers dare to discuss St. Sunday’s affairs here. I order, in the name of the highest authority of the Kisia military, that St. Sunday enters full wartime readiness. Those who disobey the order will have their entire family executed. There will be no mercy!”
The golden dragon robe, there was only one in the whole country.
This was… the God of War!
Everyone was left breathless.