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The God of War Chapter 249
Elport Province was located in the northern part of the Daclustein Kingdom.
“You still haven’t heard from Brynlee?”
In Fairdol City, Elport Province.
In a stately manor halfway up a hill in the western suburbs.
Ryland, the head of the Stafford family, leaned on a metal cane and looked at a middle-aged man in front of him,
his eyes sharp. “They’ve been to Ocean City for three days!”
The middle-aged man in a grey suit frowned. “Dad, are you worried…”
“Something has happened!”
Ryland thumped the ground with his cane, his voice cold. “Although Brynlee is a girl, she is always discreet. She
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtshouldn’t have been out of touch for that long. I’m afraid…”
Ryland narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. “The Stafford family is one of the four great families in the north.
We’ve gone through so much. The guardians are only outsiders. When the chips are down, we have to rely on
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As soon as Ryland finished, he gave his hand to the middle-aged man and walked back into the garden.
Anyone who was not a direct descendant of the Stafford family was not allowed to enter the back garden! Even the
direct descendants were only allowed to step foot inside at important festivals, such as the Mid-Autumn Festival or
the Spring Festival. They would kowtow at the door and bow to the old man who lived there.
The reclusive old man was Ryland’s grandfather. He was over ninety years old and was the patron saint of the
entire Stafford family!
“Grandfather.”
Walking to the door of the back garden, Ryland half knelt on the ground with his cane in his hand, his voice
extremely sorrowful. “I’m incompetent. I have made the Stafford family shamed! A few days ago, I asked my
children to go to Ocean City for business development, but unexpectedly…”
Ryland recounted the deaths of Aryan and Talon, as well as the disappearance of Brynlee before saying bitterly,
“Grandfather, if I’m right, Brynlee and the others are dead. The Stafford family will be in jeopardy!”
“I’m old.”
In the garden, Broderick came out slowly from the stone house in the center of the artificial lake, stooping, his silver
hair combed meticulously. He sneered. “I’m too old to kill. But if anyone messes with us, he’ll be in trouble!”
As Broderick spoke, he quietly walked in front of Ryland, shook his head, and said with a smile, “Jorge killed Jarrett.
He’s powerful. At the very least, he’s a godlike grandmaster.”
“I find it difficult to deal with such an opponent!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAlthough Broderick said that, his eyes were sharp. Broderick’s hands were old. He clenched his fist as if he were
holding an invisible mass of power, exuding incomparable confidence. “Grandfather.”
Cason, Ryland’s eldest son, fell on his knees before Broderick and said in a low voice, “I’ve got snipers in every nook
and cranny, and they’ve got all the guns in the house.”
“We’re ready for Jorge’s coming. If he dares to come…”
The voice stopped.
The silence of the Stafford family was broken by the sudden sound of a jet engine over the back garden.
Jorge stood at the door of the cabin and looked down at the manor. He waved and ordered the fighter jet to land
slowly. Then, glancing at Ryland and others from a distance, Jorge said softly, “So you’re ready.”
“Show me what you have and don’t let me down!”
On the ground, the expressions of Ryland, Cason, and Broderick were different.
Ryland gripped the metal cane in his hand tighter, his face tight. Cason quickly took out his mobile phone to call his
subordinates.
Broderick frowned as he looked up at the descending jet, his eyes squinting.
“Is it the fighter jet of War God Temple? You … You are from War God Temple!
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