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Chen Hao left the manor.

Everyone surrounded the old man.

"Do we really have to surrender to him?"

"For thousands of years, the Holy Clan has always been the most powerful existence in the world, how can we bow our heads!"

"We will never give in!"

Some people spoke out and were furious.

"Dear Mr. Howard..."

The young man who was standing on the terrace on the second floor of the villa also wanted to persuade the old man to fight to the end.

The old man named Howard waved his hand to stop the young man and said: "From the September 11th incident ten years ago, to the incident five years ago, and to the failure of the siege against Chen Hao not long ago, the Saint Clan has been hit hard, especially in the five years ago. More than ten elders and most of the elite members disappeared before."

The men and women present fell silent as they recalled all the changes that had occurred in the past ten years.

These ten years can be called the darkest decade in the history of the Saint Clan.

Every change is related to Chen Hao.

Is that Eastern boy the nemesis of the Saint race?

"We can't afford it anymore."

The old man looked around at the hundreds of men and women with a heavy heart.

These men and women either bowed their heads in depression, or gritted their teeth and clenched their fists, unwilling to submit to an oriental boy, but they could not think of a better way.

"But I can tell you that those who force the Saints to surrender will never end well!" Howard's tone suddenly changed.

Everyone was excited.

"Is there anything you can do..."

Facing Howard, the young man couldn't help but speak.

"You will know later."

When Howard said this, he secretly made up his mind to do something that would go against his ancestors.

three days later.

Chen Hao stepped into the manor again.

On the lawn, Howard led more than a hundred men and women to perform a breast-stroking salute to Chen Hao as a sign of surrender.

"This is not formal enough. Hand over the scepter left by your ancestors, and then you will swear an oath in front of the scepter and surrender to me from now on."

Chen Hao looked at Howard coldly.

Howard and the four people behind Howard were surprised and immediately glared at Chen Hao.

Ancestral Scepter.

A sacred object of the saints.

Those who hold the scepter can represent their ancestors.

If you swear an oath on the scepter, once you break it, you will be violating your ancestors.

For nearly a thousand years, this scepter has been kept by the Presbyterian Church. Now that Howard is the only remaining elder, the scepter is naturally in Howard's hands.

This is what Nasha told Chen Hao.

"The scepter is a sacred object, no one can..."

"Either do as I say, or..."

Chen Hao interrupted Howard's words and showed his murderous intention.

Behind Howard, many men and women clenched their fists and had the urge to fight to the death. However, thinking of Chen Hao's fighting power, they had to suppress their anger.

Howard, who maintained a salute posture, raised his head and stared at Chen Hao, feeling humiliated, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Chen Hao frowned slightly.

The invisible pressure made Howard's heart tremble involuntarily.

"All right!"

Howard bowed his head in grief and indignation and chose to obey. It was better to die than to live, and only by living can he avenge his shame.

"Get the scepter within five minutes."

Chen Hao raised his hand to look at his watch.

Howard turned and walked towards the villa.

The hundreds of men and women who had been performing the ritual of stroking their breasts straightened up one after another and stared at Chen Hao, just like that night three days ago, they dared not speak with anger.

In less than five minutes, Howard returned, holding a long gold box high above his head with both hands, and walked towards Chen Hao step by step, walking heavily.

All the saint elites looked at the golden box, all moved, and then looked heartbroken.

Howard walked up to Chen Hao, bent down and presented the golden box.

Chen Hao's visual inspection revealed that the golden box was one meter long, almost ten centimeters high and wide, with simple patterns carved on all sides.

Howard said: "The scepter is in the box."

Chen Hao reached out and opened the gold box, revealing a brown scepter more than one meter long.

The top of the scepter is inlaid with a gem as big as an egg.

This gem caught Chen Hao's attention.

Inside the blue gemstone, there is actually a red core.

Blue outside and red inside.

This was the first time Chen Hao saw such a gem. He couldn't help but be curious and took out the scepter. The scepter had a brown body, neither iron nor wood, and felt warm to the touch.

Chen Hao flicked the scepter with his fingers.

After the snap, the scepter trembled.

good stuff!

Chen Hao secretly admired.

The flick of his finger just now was enough to break the stone and leave marks on the steel plate, but the scepter was intact.

So strong and as gentle as jade.

Chen Hao couldn't figure out what material it was made of, so he simply took a closer look at the gem inlaid on the top of the scepter.

The ruby ​​red core is almost liquid and flows slowly.

"It is indeed a sacred object."

Chen Hao sighed.

Howard had mixed feelings in his heart.

The elites of the Saint Clan felt even more humiliated.

"Okay, you can swear an oath to your sacred object." Chen Hao no longer admired the scepter, and he would slowly play with it and study it.

More than a hundred men and women hesitated.

Howard took the lead in kneeling down on one knee, putting one hand on his knee and one hand on his heart, looking up at the scepter held high by Chen Hao.

When the others saw Howard kneeling, they had no choice but to follow suit.

"Descendant Howard swears an oath to his great ancestors..."

Howard said something, and the men and women kneeling behind Howard followed suit and swore allegiance to Chen Hao.

The oath is over.

Chen Hao glanced at the extremely frustrated and resentful faces. Not only did he not mind, he even smiled slightly.

Hate him, you can't kill him, you have to surrender to him in the end.

It feels great.

"Get up."

For the first time, Chen Hao gave orders to Nasha's kind.

Howard stood up.

More than a hundred men and women stood up.

Chen Hao put the scepter into the golden box and said to Howard: "You can keep this thing for me temporarily. I will live here tonight. After all, this place already belongs to me."

Shameless!

shameless!

The men and women present secretly cursed Chen Hao.

Howard tried to control his emotions and nodded in agreement.

............

Hong Kong.

The police held a press conference.

Luo Bingwen, wearing a crisp uniform, took the stage and saluted calmly in front of the dense crowd of reporters and cameras below.

Flashes flash, accompanied by intense camera shutter sounds.

"Today I want to announce a truth." Luo Bingwen said this and looked at his subordinates standing on the side of the podium.

The subordinate understood what Luo Bingwen meant, picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "Bring the people up!"

Ten heavily armed Flying Tigers escorted five people into the press conference, attracting the attention of reporters.

The reporter who reacted quickly raised his camera to take pictures.

The Flying Tigers escorted five people to the stage.

"They...they are the garrison officers and soldiers who beat people in Lan Kwai Fong!" Someone recognized the five people.

"It's them!"

"The police caught them!"

All reporters attending the press conference were excited.

"The truth I announced is that these five people are not garrison troops. Please look at the big screen on the right." Luo Bingwen pointed to the big screen.

Hundreds of reporters turned their heads.

The big screen displays the true identity information of the five people.

All five of them are Intelligence Bureau agents and are of Chinese descent.

"really."

"It must be information fabricated by your police or officials."

"Too fake!"

Reporters were in an uproar, questioning and even blaming the police.

Luo Bingwen remained calm and said: "Don't be impatient."

The big screen screen changed, and photos and videos of the five people's lives appeared. These photos and videos were obtained by Blackstone after they forced them to find out their identities.