My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1289

Nash grimaced at Barton's words. He placed a hand on Barton's clenched fist and said, "I know you're thirsty for revenge, but you've got to keep your head cool for now. I assure you, the Voodoo Parasite King will die today!"

Nash could not even imagine the pain Barton went through when he was forced to end his father's and grandfather's lives.

Barton inhaled and exhaled deeply, reining in his anger.

...

Meanwhile, at the other table, Yelzog said with a frown, "What?! The Freemans invited him too?"

Rosella looked at her father in confusion as she asked, "Who is he?"

Yelzog said grimly, "He's the Voodoo Parasite King. People also call him the King of Shealor."

He then briefly introduced him to Rosella.

Hearing her father's words, Rosella's face went pale as she said. She was unable to keep the quaver out of her voice. "D-Doesn't that mean he's a sorcerer?"

She thought the alliance would be made up entirely of different martial arts families, like the ones she saw in movies.

She had never expected the alliance to have ties with evil practitioners.

Yelzog sneered, "What a great choice, Freeman!"

He then turned to his men and said, "Listen to me. If Nash were to challenge the alliance later, your orders are to sit back and watch, do you understand me?"

...

Meanwhile, Isaac was also telling Isadora about the Voodoo Parasite King.

Isadora's brows came into a frown as she said, "I knew it. The Freemans are never up to anything good! Luckily, we've decided to be on Nash's side!"

Isaac sighed and said, "I've no idea how this is going to play out. With the Voodoo Parasite King on their side, the Freemans may likely be the last one standing in the end!"

Noticing a hint of hesitation in her father's tone, Isadora said with a frown, "Dad, you're not thinking of changing sides, are you? We're all in the same boat now. We shouldn't be regretting our decision!"

"First and foremost, I extend my heartfelt gratitude to all esteemed guests who graced us with their presence at today's ceremony. Thank you all for coming!

"For the past 5,000 years, Drakonia had seen the rise and fall of the martial arts empire. This empire wasn't simply the foothold for the National Martial Bureau nor a gathering place for outlaws. No, it was much more than that.

"It was an empire of martial arts practitioners, individuals devoted to the pursuit of cultivation and training; individuals who pushed themselves beyond their limits in search of a higher force.

"With the recent advancement in technology, this empire gradually faded away from the public eye, yet it was never eradicated! Instead, it evolved into an association we now recognize as the Jonford Martial Arts Association.

"Can you believe it? A whole empire being reduced to a mere 'association' bound by various rules and bureaucratic constraints!

"We, as martial artists ourselves, have been taught to be brave and righteous, to help those in need, to punish the evil. We weren't meant to lead sedentary and monotonous lives!"

Harold's speech was sincere and passionate, igniting cheers from many guests, whose hearts burned with the same passion.

Pausing briefly for their cheers to subside, Harold's expression turned somber as he continued, "However, as you can see, the association is only recruiting disciples for the sake of numbers nowadays.

"Many of these recruits lack proper training. They only know a few basic moves and techniques."