Chapter 1222

“Where's Anderson Jones?” Artoile clasped his hands behind his back as he spoke in that unfriendly tone. “H-He’s probably in the toilet," Sicard answered somewhat sheepishly. Had Anderson gotten himself into trouble? Artoile scoffed. “Did he go use the toilets at the Empire Hotel?” Given everything, Sicard's title as a general would go to waste if he had not already figured out what was going on. Anderson’s previous request to undertake the Empire Hotel had been rejected. The only reason he was at the Empire Hotel again was probably because he was there to cause trouble. Sicard gulped. “W-What’s he doing at the Empire Hotel?” “This had better have nothing to do with you. If not, I’ll kill you as well!” Artoile huffed before he strode off, his bodyguard following closely. Sicard returned to his room, grabbed a jacket, and hurried out as well. 20 minutes later, over a dozen patrol cars led a dozen trucks that each carried soldiers to park on the main road leading to