The Strongest War God

This process required Hugo Skeeter to do his own research.

Hugo’s eyes flashed, and he said decisively, “Alright, I need the full support of the research lab.”

“No problem. You can sign the contract with Fourth Uncle. The new production plant will be built in Preston’s new district. If you have any problems, you can directly communicate with Preston University’s research lab.”

Braydon Neal wanted the factory to be built in Preston.

Naturally, he had selfish motives!

The reason was simple. The development of a city required industrial support.

The manufacturing industry was the blood of the city and was indispensable.

Hugo nodded. “That’s not a problem. I originally planned to build the factory here. After all, the industrial land and labor costs here are relatively low.”

After a simple conversation, the two sides officially reached an agreement.

When the factory was put into production and Hugo finished his research, it would be time for both parties to pursue performance and profits.

At this moment, Hugo’s phone buzzed.

“I have to take this call,” he said apologetically.

“No worries!”

Braydonheld Ginny Neal’s hand and left the bright hall.

When Hugo picked up the call, he said that he was at the Neal family’s manor. It seemed that a friend was visiting.

Braydon did not care about these trivial matters. If strangers came, Sammy Dudley would screen them.

These were all basic matters that did not require any instructions.

In the small courtyard, Old Man Zito’s chives were growing luxuriously.

“Commander, there are foreigners approaching the manor.” Sammy returned quietly.

“He should be Hugo’s friend. Is there a problem?”

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back.

Old Man Zito squatted at the door and leaned against the corner of the wall, smoking. He smiled and said, “He’s a martial artist!”

Braydon’s eyes were sharp.

Foreign martial artists who crossed the border into Hansworth without submitting an official letter would be killed without mercy!

This was the ironclad law of the northern army!

This kind of martial artist belonged to the northern army, and they would kill him if they met him.

Braydon turned around and left, muttering softly, “Hugo, don’t do anything stupid!”

Sammy followed him and knew what his commander was thinking. It was obvious that he valued Hugo’s ability.

If such a young elite had a connection with an overseas martial artist, no one could protect him and he would die without a doubt.

At the entrance of the Neal family manor.

A lean young man, who was not tall and somewhat skinny, walked arrogantly in clogs. He kept slapping the manor security guard’s cheeks with his hands.

He opened his mouth and cursed. “Stupid pig. I’m your honored guest. Get out of the way!” The Neal family’s security guard’s eyes were filled with anger. He really wanted to retaliate. However, he knew that those who could come to the manor were usually distinguished guests.

Hugo, who was walking over from afar, had a flash of anger in his eyes. He obviously could not stand the insolence of this person. However, he came forward and laughed, “Brother Takagi, why are you so angry?”

“A few watch dogs are stopping me from going in.”

The skinny youth was Ichiro Takagi.

Ichiro for short!

The foreigner was from one of the three countries outside the borders, Banko.

Forty years ago, the Ludwig army was plotted against and almost all of them died in the Ludwig mountain range.

The 36 islands of Ludwig had all fallen into the hands of the three countries. They had yet to take them back, and there had been no progress through diplomatic negotiations. Back then, the 700,000 valiant Ludwig elites had suffered a crushing defeat and died in battle, shocking the entire world!

The three countries outside the borders had boasted for decades that their military strength was above that of Hansworth!

As a result, ordinary people from their countries would look down on them when they came to Hansworth for business trips. Ichiro in front of him was a perfect example.

Hugo smiled. “Alright, why are you arguing with the security guard? Let’s go in and talk.”

“Alright, I’ll give Mr. Skeeter some face today!” Ichiro’s bow-legged steps were a little comical.

Behind him were six people carrying suitcases like bodyguards.

At this moment.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and quietly appeared.

“No foreign martial artists are allowed to enter the Neal family manor!” Sammy said coldly. “Bastard, who are you?”

Ichiro’s temper seemed to be very bad, and he was instantly furious.

Hugo smiled helplessly. “Young Master Braydon, this is Ichiro’s first time in Preston.

His father is a high-ranking official in Banko’s Zuko Association. He has many industries under him, including the production of precision instruments.”

His words revealed that Ichiro was very important. He might need to buy some of the equipment to produce the anti-gravity device from him.

“Mr. Skeeter, who is he?” Ichiro asked in an unfriendly tone.

“I forgot to introduce you. This is the eldest young master of the Neal family, Braydon Neal!” Hugo introduced. However, Ichiro raised his head, and his originally arrogant expression froze on his face.

...

Even the six followers behind him were trembling.

Who among the martial artists of the foreign countries did not know the name Braydon Neal? The entire world knew that the Northern King controlled a million soldiers and suppressed the eight countries outside the borders.

Outside of the borders, Braydon had been branded as the Great Demon King!

He was an evil and deranged demon. Who did not know the name ‘Braydon Neal’?

Ichiro came back to his senses and muttered, “You scared me. I really thought it was him!”

“Oh, who did you think I was?”

Braydon smiled brightly, his eyes sparkling. Sammy’s face turned green.

The Northern King was smiling. Life and death were hard to predict!

“Who do you think you are?!” Ichiro glanced over and sneered.

He did not believe that the white-robed youth before him, with his red lips and white teeth, was the Great Demon King that he thought he was.

Many foreign martial artists had never seen the true appearance of the Northern King.

...

Many people could only guess Braydon’s appearance.

Perhaps in Ichiro’s heart, the thousand-year-old genius of the northern territory was a terrifying figure, even if he did not have a ferocious face.

Unlike the young man in front of him, who was dressed in snow-white clothes and had a spotless appearance. He had an aloof temperament, like a son of a wealthy family.

“What a coincidence. I might be the person you think I am,” Braydon “What?”

chuckled.

Ichiro was stunned again. The six middle-aged men behind him all raised their heads, disbelief flashing in their eyes.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back.

He said softly, “My surname is Neal, and my name is the Northern King. I wonder if I’m the person you’re thinking of?”

“Impossible!”

Ichiro’s legs trembled, and he retreated a few steps in fear, instinctively retreating from the Neal family manor. In the past, a piece of cloth from Braydon could scare off 800,000 enemies outside the borders. Now, the name of King Braydon could still shock hundreds of countries around the world. A few days ago, this terrifying figure had killed his way through Namar alone with an injured body. He had traveled 8,000 miles and pointed his sword at the current ruler, Cameron Linar. He was extremely terrifying!

Ichiro would never have thought that he would meet a legend of the northern territory here. According to what they knew, although the Northern King had already left the northern territory, he should be in the capital now! Because the capital had publicly announced that they wanted to confer the titles Garrison King and the Viceroy of Hansworth to the Northern King. He commanded the three armies, nine departments, and twenty-four divisions. He was above ten thousand people!

Anyone who belonged to Hansworth had to listen to his orders.

Anyone who disobeyed the order must die!