Kill All the Clowns of Banko

The seat of the one being judged was like a small railing. There were no seats.

"Everyone here today has a seat, but I don't?" Braydon Neal chuckled. 

He glanced at Clark and the others.

Instantly.

"Braydon Neal, how dare you be arrogant here? You are a sinner. Today, the International Arbitration Council will judge you. The sinner will stand for trial!" Haruki Takaeda exclaimed.

"Your hands are stained with blood. You attacked our three countries last night, so you must stand trial!"

Song Sang Woo's eyes were cold, filled with the arrogance of the Song people.

Doing so was equivalent to humiliating the Northern King.

What would happen to those who humiliated Braydon?

Just look at the corpses on Togo that had yet to be transported away.

"Prepare a chair for His Highness, the Northern King," Clark said slowly.

"I object!"

Haruki stood up angrily.

Bang!