I'm Following Orders to Send You on Your Way

"Westley Hader? It sounds familiar. I think I've heard your name before!"

The bald martial artist touched his head. He had indeed heard of it before. Now that his killing intent was strong, he suddenly could not remember, so he might as well not care.

However, one of the eight martial artists behind him was a warrior-level man.

He was nearly forty years old, and his eyes were filled with fear as he cried out, "The governor of the garrison, Westley Hader?"

"The governor, Westley Hader?"

The bald martial artist suddenly remembered what the name meant.

Three years ago, the martial artists of Ludwig revolted and over 80,000 people were killed by the seventeen-year-old governor. Not a single one was left alive!

That battle had forced all the martial artists across the country to obey the jurisdiction of the special operations team.

From then on, no martial artist in the world dared to look down on the seventeen-year-old new governor.