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Chapter 566

Chapter 566

"Master, we're willing to lay down our lives for you!"

Thud! Thud!

Their words had barely settled when the two of them, without any hesitation, bowed their heads to Chris.

At this sight, a smile crept onto Chris's face. He knew that Morton and Grace Field were now completely under his control.

There was an important reason why Chris had taken Morton and Grace Field under his wing. He intended for them to become his representatives within the Southern Alliance.

After all, sooner or later, Chris was bound to head north. When that time came, a vacuum would certainly form within the entire Southern Alliance. To prevent unrest in the south and the emergence of ambitious individuals like Bill Watson, he had to support his own representatives.

"Get up,” Chris said with a smile.

"Thank you, Master," they chorused. At this moment, their eyes were filled with reverence when they looked at Chris.

Chris casually instructed, "Stay, and I'm going in alone.”

Without waiting for a response, Chris strode into the ancestral hall.

Inside the large ancestral hall, only Peter Jefferson remained. He was lying on a lounge chair, his eyes slightly closed as if he was resting.

Without disturbing him, Chris walked straight over and sat down in front of him. He poured himself a cup of tea, savoring it slowly before finally commenting, "This wild tea is quite good, it has a unique flavor!”

At this, Peter Jefferson opened his eyes. He glared at Chris and grumbled, "You little rascal, slowly, savor it! This tea was handpicked by me from deep within the old forest! Don't drink it all, or I'll have none left!"

Upon hearing Peter Jefferson's words, Chris paid them no mind. He chuckled and said, "Old man, you have such good tea. Why didn't you give me some last time?"

Hearing this, Peter Jefferson's mouth twitched uncontrollably. These wild teas were harvested from hundred-year-old tea trees deep in the Jefferson Village mountains and they didn't yield more than a few hundred grams per year. And Chris wanted some for a gift?

Ignoring Chris's thick-skinned demand, Peter Jefferson asked indifferently, "What brings you here? How come you have time to visit this old man?"

Chris couldn't help but look exasperated. "Wasn't it you who wrote and asked me to come? Why are you asking me now? Are you making fun of me?"

"Heh," Peter Jefferson chuckled lightly, ignoring Chris's question. Instead, he asked, "Did you take care of all those trash outside?"

"Eh?" Chris's eyes widened in surprise. "Old man, how did you know that?"

He had just arrived, and Peter Jefferson had been staying in the ancestral hall all along. Logically, he shouldn't have been aware of what was happening outside. Could it be that he had installed a surveillance system?

Chris glanced around, but he didn’t see any cameras. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Stop looking around!" Peter Jefferson said irritably, "I don't have those fancy gadgets from your city here.”

Chris laughed awkwardly and asked curiously, "Old man, how did you know then?"

No surveillance system? Peter Jefferson hadn't left? Could it be that he had x-ray vision?

Peter Jefferson replied calmly, "With your strength as the King of the East Coast, can't you even handle those people?”

In an instant, a spark flickered in Chris's eyes. He stared at Peter Jefferson in disbelief. His identity as the East Coast King was something very few people in the entire East Coast knew about.

Yet, Peter Jefferson, an old man who had lived in Jefferson Village for many years, seemingly oblivious to the world outside, how did he know?

In that moment, the way Chris looked at Peter Jefferson changed. He had long suspected that this old guy was not as simple as he seemed.

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