History Repeats Itself (2)

Even the explosions on the battlefield couldn't compare to the dangerous and tense air that Spade exuded. His expressions carried calmness, yet no one would actually think that he was calm at this moment. 

Before the war was finished, the engine roared, and several cars left, making an eye-catching convoy. Some protesters and the media even foolishly tried to get in the way, hoping to interview the monarch. 

After all, everyone was also informed of his visit, and everyone didn't doubt their victory. However, they are all soon destined to be disappointed.

"Your Majesty, there are people ahead." A royal guard spoke from the front seat, his voice low and even hesitant to talk, knowing Spade's mood. 

Spade's focus was on his phone; his face was serious, and he didn't even lift his head as he spoke.