Stretching Their Hands Too Far

"Young Master Neal!"

Sebastian Wood greeted him. He was curious about what had happened when he heard the two girls laughing, but he did not dare to ask.

The Northern King's private matters were not something he could inquire about.

Braydon Neal came to the pavilion in the small courtyard and stood with his hands behind his back, watching Old Man Zito and Ernest Lanford play chess again.

"What is it?" He smiled.

"It's the Thompson Village incident. The Preston main team was ordered to detain Wilhelm Thompson and the others."

Sebastian's plea meant that someone was pressuring him.

The Preston main team was under the jurisdiction of the capital garrison, and they had great authority. Ordinary people could not afford to offend them, and martial artists were fearful of them.

However, to some people, the Preston main team was not a threat.