Just after four in the morning.
Downing Street.
Main Government Building.
Inside the top-floor meeting room.
Oxford Country Leader Ferland was seated at the head of the table, his face grim as he smoked a cigar.
On both sides of the conference table were seated the upper-level members of Oxford Country.
Even the current King of Oxford, Edward, was present.
Not long ago.
Ferland had contacted all the upper-level members for a meeting, informing them of the attack on Buckingham Palace.
Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked.
Although Buckingham Palace had been attacked several times before, the attackers were always quickly dealt with.
But tonight, despite deploying so many royal knights and even members of the Dark Judgment Group, the attackers had still not been neutralized.
They wore gloomy expressions, filled with anger.
An attack on Buckingham Palace was a slap in their face.
If the situation was not handled properly, it would undoubtedly cause a massive upheaval.
Moreover, many of those present might have to step down.
Seating next to Ferland was an old white man with grey curly hair, wearing a tailored suit. He frowned and said, "Mr. Ferland, why hasn’t there been any news till now?"
This white old man was none other than the current King of Oxford Country, Edward.
He had the most significant reaction and the angriest response when he learned of the attack on Buckingham Palace.
After all, Buckingham Palace was once the residence of their royal family members.
It symbolized the glory of their royalty.
Ferland spoke with a heavy tone, "Mr. Edward, please don’t panic.
We’ve dispatched nearly six thousand royal knights, and the Dark Judgment Group has sent four executors and more than three hundred members.
Even if those nine guys are strong, tonight they are doomed."
"That’s good."
Edward nodded, speaking fiercely, "In any case, those nine guys must not leave Oxford Country alive!"
"Of course!"
Ferland exhaled a puff of smoke, saying, "Those nine bastards dare to cause trouble here, ’Don’t think about it!’ They won’t leave alive!"
At this moment.
A phone call came through to his mobile phone.
Ferland picked up the mobile phone and saw that it was a call from Kalim, a captain of a royal knights’ squad.
He chuckled and said, "Everyone, the phone call has come; it must mean that the problem has been resolved!"
"Haha, the issue must finally be resolved. We can finally get some good sleep later!"
"How dare they cause trouble in our Oxford Country, they’re simply asking for death!"
"Our Oxford Country’s dignity cannot be violated; anyone who dares to cause trouble only has one path: death!"
The upper-level members also showed smiles, evidently believing that the matter had already been settled.
Ferland quickly answered the phone.
He laughed, "Captain Kalim, the issue has been resolved, hasn’t it?"
"Mr. Ferland... all our men are dead!"
A voice quivering with sobs came through.
"What do you mean?"
Ferland asked, furrowing his brow.
Kalim’s voice was hoarse as he said, "Mr. Ferland, out of the more than six thousand royal knights we sent for reinforcement, fewer than a thousand remain, the rest have been killed!
All the executors and the three hundred-plus members of the Dark Judgment Group that were dispatched have been killed!
Countless buildings and statues in Buckingham Palace have been destroyed!
None of those nine bastards died, they all got away!"
"What?!!"
Ferland sprang up from his seat, and his cigar dropped to the floor.
He bellowed furiously, "Are you fucking telling me the truth?!"
"It’s true, it’s true!"
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