The Webb family had a sinking feeling that it was nearly time for The Eight Heavenly Kings to confront the Weavers. Consequently, they refrained from causing any unnecessary disturbances.


    After nearly an hour had psed, Lord Webb checked the time. Given the skill and prowess of The Eight Heavenly Kings, he believed that an hour should suffice for them to eliminate the threats and rescue the Weavers. He prompted, “Donald, please contact Mr. Flores for an update.”


    “Sure!” Donald replied promptly, pulling out his phone to call Duran. The phone rang several times, but there was no response.


    Curiously, Donald remarked, “Dad, no one is picking up. Maybe they’re still busy with their mission?”


    Lord Webb nodded in agreement. “That’s possible. Let’s give it a bit more time.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    After another ten minutes, Lord Webb urged, “Donald, try calling Mr. Flores again!”


    Donaldplied, but once again, there was no answer.


    Frowning, Lord Webb expressed his doubts. “Something seems off. It shouldn’t take them this long. After all, they’re just a group of lowly bodyguards; Mr. Flores and The Eight Heavenly Kings should handle them easily. I recall when I was vying for power and stormed an enemy fortress—Mr. Flores dispatched two dozen foes in no time. His skill is truly remarkable.”


    “Father, please don’t be too anxious. Mount Golim can be quite perilous. The unpredictable cold weather and istion might have caused them some minor issues,” Donald reassured him.


    Lord Webb acknowledged his son’s perspective. “You’re right. Let’s hold on a little longer!”


    Another ten minutes passed, and Lord Webb insisted once more, “Donald, give them a call again!”


    Donald followed his father’smand, but once more, the call went unanswered.


    Now feeling increasingly anxious, Lord Webb spected that something was indeed wrong. He urged Donald repeatedly to reach out to Duran.


    With no sess in contacting Duran, Lord Webb instructed Donald to try reaching out to other members of The Eight Heavenly Kings, but the result was the same: no one was answering.


    To rify, while the calls connected, there was no response from the other end.


    A chilling sensation washed over the Webb family as they realized that The Eight Heavenly Kings had vanished without a trace after an hour.


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    Even if they had encountered exceptionally powerful opponents, it was hard to imagine that not a single member could escape. After all, among the sixteen men dispatched to Mount Golim a few hours prior, one had managed to get away.


    These men were merely average hitmen, more proficient with firearms than hand-to-handbat; they were far from being martial arts masters.


    It was inconceivable that formidable fighters like The Eight Heavenly Kings could not find a way to escape Mount Golim.


    Lord Webb’s heart raced, and his breathing became quick and shallow.


    Clutching Donald’s hands, hisplexion drained of color, he muttered, “No, something is definitely wrong.”


    Donald attempted to soothe him, “Father, let’s remain calm. We should wait a little longer!”


    With a serious expression, Lord Webb stated, “Mr. Flores has been loyal to me for many years. This situation is unprecedented; I fear something terrible has happened. They might have met with a tragic fate!”