Larkin Davenport carefully opened the envelope.

He belonged to the Undead Tribe, with the leader being the Emperor.

At least before Han Caldwell decided to establish his own faction, their ancestor of the Undead Tribe was the Emperor.

The Emperor's warriors held high positions and power, far beyond what a small figure like him could offend.

Now that the warrior had personally arrived, Larkin felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

After reading the content of the letter, his eyes widened in shock.

"Mr. Caldwell has been captured?"

The letter was in Han Caldwell's handwriting.

For Julius Reed, this wasn't difficult; having lived for many years, he would often mimic others' handwriting out of boredom.

The words he wrote were very similar, hard to distinguish with the naked eye.

Plus, the content of the letter was so overwhelming that it left Larkin completely stunned.

He had no mind to consider how much of the handwriting was real and how much was fake.

"I'm not sure, I just encountered a dying man while passing by. This man entrusted me with the words I just relayed to you before he died. Seeing we are all part of the Undead Tribe, I was just helping out."

Dorian Cook took a sip of tea and said coldly, "I have long since retired from worldly affairs, I don't wish to get involved in your matters."

"Understood, understood!" Karl was sweating profusely.

This was a distress letter!

It said Han Caldwell and Sutton were both under house arrest by Devlin!

This was outrageous!

This was outrageous!

Han Caldwell, who held control over a false lord, was essentially the real controller of the Undead Tribe—apart from Sutton.

Now, General Sutton, along with Han Caldwell, had been confined by the outsider Devlin.

This was rebellion!

The Undead Tribe's power was immense, whether it be Larkin's own forces or the main forces of Boulevard.

However, many sensed something was off, but were unaware of Han Caldwell's captivity.

Many servants of the Caldwell Family of Boulevard Mountain were kept in the dark.

Devlin alone was incapable of controlling anyone.

He had no credibility, no prestige, only schemes and tricks.

"General, what are your instructions…" Larkin, thinking of the woman before him as the Emperor's warrior, someone equal to Sutton, naturally spoke with great respect.

Indeed, he had his suspicions.

After all, forging a tattoo wasn't too difficult.

But the contents of the letter matched Larkin's suspicions closely.

If Han Caldwell weren't imprisoned, how could the battle strategies have suddenly changed; how could Han Caldwell be severed from them, with Mr. Grey acting as the mediator?

"I have no instructions, I'm just the messenger." Dorian Cook stood up, looking at him coldly, with eyes full of disdain and superiority.

A person's appearance can be disguised, actions can be imitated!

But the innate aura and inner pride cannot be replicated.

This type of pride, even Han Caldwell never possessed.

Seems like this woman is the real deal.

"I've delivered the message. What you do next is your own business, it's got nothing to do with me." Dorian Cook strode out of the hall, heading to return to Moon Manor to find West Tower.

If the knight has feelings, shouldn't the lady reciprocate?

At the most dangerous moment, West Tower had her leave.

After leaving Moon Manor, Dorian Cook remained attentive to the news from there.

As expected.

Countless experts swarmed in, with more than half dead or injured.

The Percival Family became a battlefield.

Darrell Percival was found hanged on a crooked-neck tree, with all his family's wealth looted.

And those experts who came for the assassination, their blood stained the Percival Family's courtyard.

It was indeed dangerous.

Dorian Cook wanted to go back and fetch reinforcements, but thinking West Tower must have had his reasons for not doing so, she planned to sneak back.

To watch the spectacle.

After she left.

Larkin Davenport made another call to the central command.

"I want to speak to Mr. Caldwell." His tone was very firm.

Devlin and Mr. Grey had dared to imprison the master.

As soon as Larkin raised his arm, his entire force plus the undead warriors of the central army from Boulevard Mountain would all defect!

"This is Mr. Grey, Mr. Caldwell is busy with military affairs. Is there something you'd like me to relay?"

As expected, it was Mr. Grey who answered the call.

"Mr. Grey, I have urgent matters to discuss with Mr. Caldwell," Larkin this time wasn't soft, his stance was unusually firm.

I'm about to start a rebellion, and you think I'll listen to you?

"I've told you, Mr. Caldwell is busy. What could be so important that you must speak to him?" Mr. Grey seemed irritable.

"Mr. Grey, it's not just me, it's the brothers outside who want to speak to Mr. Caldwell. Could it be something has happened to Mr. Caldwell?"

Larkin questioned aloud.

If before he was a bit skeptical about the message in the letter, now he was completely convinced.

"Uh… please wait a moment." Mr. Grey was also in a dilemma, as the power of Boulevard Mountain was mainly under Han Caldwell's command, if these people became disorderly, it would be quite troublesome.

After a short while.

Han Caldwell's voice came over the phone.

"Mr. Caldwell, how are you now?" Larkin urgently asked.

"I'm just fine." Han Caldwell said flatly.

He had his own plans.

Thinking it over, Devlin's methods were indeed commendable, so Han Caldwell decided to watch quietly and give him a fatal blow at the key moment!

Before that, power must be conserved, going along with Devlin's plot.

So, he currently also wished to stabilize the situation.

If there were infighting, it would be very disadvantageous to him.

"Fine? So, what are your instructions?" Larkin felt something amiss.

"Act according to my orders." Han Caldwell didn't say much more, having previously issued orders completely in line with Devlin's requirements.

This plan was extremely beneficial to the entire Undead Tribe.

"According to your orders?" Larkin understood.

Orders were indeed in the letter?

This was a hint!

"Alright, I've got some matters to attend to, if there's anything, just tell Mr. Grey." Han Caldwell said and handed the phone to Mr. Grey, leaving himself.

Mr. Grey handled the surface matters, and he only needed to prepare in the shadows to give Devlin a fatal blow.

"This is Mr. Grey." Mr. Grey was reluctant, realizing in the end, he still had to rely on Han Caldwell.

He needed to come up with a way to transfer the power to himself.

"Mr. Grey, I have something to report to you." Larkin straightened up, clutching the letter with confidence.

"Speak." Mr. Grey's patience was running thin.

"Now, I officially inform you! We are rebelling! If Mr. Caldwell loses even a single hair, I'll take your life! And those in Boulevard Mountain, they will all follow us!"

Bang!

Larkin smashed the phone, turning to the undead leaders in the hall. "Brethren, let's go and kill Devlin, take down Mr. Grey, and rescue Mr. Caldwell!"

"Yes!"

...

Mr. Grey was stunned.

He recalled, nothing seemed wrong with Han Caldwell?

"What's wrong?" Seeing his troubled expression, Han Caldwell inquired curiously.

"Larkin has rebelled."

Mr. Grey blinked, suspecting something wasn't quite right.

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