Do Not Bully the People of the North

Braydon Neal did not care about the others, nor did he pull out the Northern King sword from his waist. Instead, he stood in front of Sully Cage with a willow branch in his hand.

"Your subordinate knows it well!" Sully knelt down and said in a low voice.

"Since you do know, you've violated the ironclad law of the northern territory. You've disgraced the name of the north!"

Braydon held the willow branch in his hand and slapped it hard.

Smack!

Sully's black windbreaker turned into strips of cloth and instantly burst into pieces, fluttering in the wind. His skin and flesh were instantly split open, but the people of the north were tough. He did not make a sound.

Braydon's second whip came down. "There are eight ironclad laws in the northern territory. A cold sword should not be stained with the blood of the innocent. You have openly committed such a crime and killed nearly 20 members of the Preston team. This is a capital crime!"