Chapter 62

In the luxurious villa's living room. A skinny middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa. He had short grey hair and thick stubble on his face. When he heard footsteps outside the door, he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were cloudy but fierce. Nash looked at the middle-aged man and the man looked into Nash's eyes. Their eyes met and Nash was immediately put in his place. The feeling this man gave him was as if he was standing in front of a God. He had a confident and domineering aura. This was the Warden in charge of the millions of soldiers in the Northern Territory while Nash was just a Grim Reaper hiding in the dark. Even though he had the power to kill him, he was far behind the Warden in terms of aura. Nash clasped his hands and said, "Greetings, Warden!" The man smiled. "There's no need for formalities. Please, sit." Nash nodded and sat on a sofa beside him. Zakariah and the other two men did not dare to sit down. The man waved his hand and said, "You