“Okay.” It was at this moment that Lord Webb finally nodded. “I’ll have The Eight Heavenly Kings head to Mount Golim tonight. Prepare the private jet.”


    Donald, taken aback, asked, “Dad, do we really need to rush this?”


    Lord Webb responded earnestly, “You’ve just lost fifteen men tonight. The enemy will surely believe you won’t dare to return for a while. By sending The Eight Heavenly Kings tonight, they can confront the enemy first thing tomorrow morning. This will catch our foes off guard!”


    Donald nodded, absorbing the lesson.


    At that moment, he felt a pang of inferiority and shame, realizing his skills were nowhere near his father’s level.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    His father was undoubtedly the mastermind capable of orchestrating victories from afar.


    Immediately, Donald made the call to arrange for the private jet to take off. In about an hour, it would depart from Southaven, heading straight for Mount Golim.


    Meanwhile, Lord Webb summoned one of The Eight Heavenly Kings to his side.


    This individual was over sixty but, due to his constant training in martial arts, appeared to be only in his forties.


    Lord Webb had known him since his youth, and this man had been a loyal ally for many years. Lord Webb treated him with great respect, valuing him as both a friend and a brother, rather than merely a subordinate.


    After rying his instructions, the man clenched his fists and replied firmly, “Lord Webb, rest assured, I will lead my men there and return with the two captives from the Weaver family. I’ll also ensure that we eliminate all the enemies stationed at the base of Mount Golim before we depart!”


    “Excellent!” Lord Webb felt a surge of energy return to him. He smiled and said, “I’ll be waiting in Southaven to celebrate your safe return!”


    Then, with amanding tone, Lord Webb instructed Donald, “I want you to go to Newport at once and purchase their finest aged red wine. Get as much as you can for the feast to wee The Eight Heavenly Kings home!”


    Duran Flores, the leader of The Eight Heavenly Kings, sped his hands together and expressed, “I truly appreciate that Lord Webb remembers my favorite wine even after all these years!”


    Lord Webb quickly replied, “There’s no need for formalities, Sir. You are the protector of the Webb family and our secret weapon. I will always honor mymitment and respect you as a gentleman!”


    Shortly after, the private jet arranged by Donald was ready for takeoff at Southaven Airport.


    Duran, apanied by the other members of The Eight Heavenly Kings, boarded a Toyota Coaster to the airport.


    The other members were younger than Duran, and they had met Donald’s father when they descended from the mountain. Donald’s father had provided them with a prosperous life and generous rewards, which is why they chose to remain loyal to him.<fn07af> For more chapters visit FindN0vel</fn07af>


    At that moment, The Eight Heavenly Kings were dressed in light clothing and handmade mullet-sole shoes, appearing as if they were headed for a warm vacation.


    In reality, they were en route to Mount Golim, where temperatures plummeted well below zero.


    However, their deep internal skills and remarkable strength rendered the cold a non-issue long ago. Even in their light attire, they were more than capable of enduring the harsh conditions of Mount Golim.


    Duran closed his eyes to rest during the journey. Just before their arrival at the airport, he opened them and addressed his juniors: “We’re heading to Mount Golim first. We must seed; failure is not an option. We will not only rescue the father and son from the Weaver family but also eliminate all our adversaries. Prepare yourselves for battle once we board the ne. This time, I’m ready to take down many foes at Mount Golim!”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>