The Strongest War God

163 The New President, King Braydon

The atmosphere gradually heated up.

Fabien Larson’s face was ashen, and he was completely dumbfounded.

Even if he was beaten to death, he would never have thought that the duck that was in his hands would actually fly away.

“I’ll be the third president of Preston Chamber of Commerce. Any objections?” Braydon’s thin lips moved.

“No!”

Many people in the crowd, without exception, all agreed to let Braydon be the president.

As for Fabien, he stood rooted to the ground, not coming back to his senses.

His position as the president was gone just like that?

It was like a dream!

But that was reality.

Braydon came with a trillion dollars. Not to mention Fabien, even if the heavenly emperor were to come, he would not be able to match that.

The president of the Preston Chamber of Commerce would definitely be Braydon.

Under everyone’s gaze, Braydon stood up indifferently. It was already dark outside, so he let Xandra Milton take full responsibility for the affairs of the Chamber of Commerce.

The Preston Chamber of Commerce was extremely influential, and they were all bosses of various industries.

Everyone was trying their best to develop the new district in Preston. Now that Braydon was the leader and had invested a large amount of money in Preston, the bosses present would definitely make a lot of money.

“So, you still had a backup plan.” Harold Sage smiled bitterly.

Braydon smiled faintly. Since he dared to run for the president and did not take these experienced local tyrants seriously, he had naturally prepared a trump card.

The members of the Preston Chamber of Commerce were not fools.

Everyone realized that they could only make a fortune by following the Neal family.

As for the Larson family and the Smith family, their combined power was comparable to the Neal Corporation.

Braydon passed by the door, glanced at Theodore Quinn, and left.

Theodore’s eyes were filled with despair. He represented the Quinn family and made another wrong bet today.

He had actually voted for Fabien Larson in front of everyone, once again embarrassing the Neal family.

In the end, he had fallen to such a state.

One could imagine that if Braydon took control of the Preston Chamber of Commerce, the Quinn family would have no way out!

If he had known all this, Theodore would have not voted for Fabien.

It was not without reason that the Quinn family had started to decline!

Looking at the Sage and Thomas families’ choices, it was evident that despite having seven great families in Preston, the difference between them was huge.

In terms of foresight, the Quinn family could not compare to the Thomas and Sage families at all.

Theodore and the others had brought this upon themselves.

It was already 11 o’clock in the morning.

When Braydon returned to the villa, he saw a sneaky figure at the door. His eyes flashed with coldness, and his fingers gently touched the hilt of his sword.

As a result, when he got closer, Braydon did not know whether to laugh or cry.

The sneaky figure was Old Man Zito.

He was wearing a broken felt hat and was dirty all over, like a mason, taking bricks with cement to repair the holes in the wall.

This hole was made by Braydon during the day with the dragon gall spear.

“Old Man Zito, what are you doing?” Braydon was amused.

A War God level character like him must have had nothing better to do, to be building walls in the middle of the night without rest.

“I’m fixing the wall!” Old Man Zito said confidently.

“What I mean is, you can go to the accountant’s room and pay 100,000 dollars to hire workers to fix it!” Braydon said.

Old Man Zito then revealed his stingy nature. “Pfft, 100,000 dollars? Even 100 dollars is more than enough. It’s enough to buy me delicious meat!”

Braydon was speechless.

This made so much sense.

He was actually speechless!

Tristan Yandell walked out the door and said unhappily, “This old thing is very stingy. I asked him to find a mason to repair it, but he insisted on doing it himself, saying that it was a waste of money. The point is, I’ve been around the Neal family, and this manor covers dozens of acres, so do you think we don’t have the money to fix this bit of damage?”

Tristan was speechless!

If word of this got out, everyone in the Neal family would probably find it embarrassing.

The Neal family’s manor covered an area of dozens of acres. Just the salary of the workers who trimmed the vegetation every day was more than this.

This was a wealthy family!

In the end, Old Man Zito was so stingy. He was scolded by Tristan for the whole afternoon for being a country bumpkin, just like Zayn Ziegler, that dog who did not know how to enjoy life.

In the Neal family manor, there was no need to worry about food and drink.

The residence was cleaned every day. He did not have to do the laundry and cooking. Someone was in charge of the manor.

Old Man Zito was not happy.

Braydon felt helpless.

Since Old Man Zito wanted to do it, then let him do it.

The old man used to live a carefree life in the countryside. He was so free.

In the end, Braydon had brought him to the Neal family manor, which made Old Man Zito a little bored.

In the living room, Braydon picked up the tablet on the table and swiped to unlock the screen.

The red numbers that kept refreshing on the screen represented the number of devices infected by the black sword virus.

It had already reached 15 million units.

“Little monkey, I’m afraid Namar won’t be able to sit still any longer. If they send someone to talk about the black sword virus, you’ll be in charge!” Braydon put down his tablet.

Tristan nodded.

Seeing that it was getting late, Braydon asked him and Old Man Zito to rest early.

Logan Hall was still awake. He still remembered what Braydon had told him. If a ninth-level martial artist wanted to break through to the warrior level, they could try to break through their limits.

Logan was where Old Man Zito was, carrying two bags of cement, each weighing one hundred pounds.

This strength was obviously stronger than an adult man’s strength.

A martial artist’s body was strong to begin with.

Logan carried the two bags of cement and ran through the Neal family’s manor at night. At first, his breathing was even, and with a hundred pounds of weight, running a few hundred meters was not a problem.

Gradually, his breathing became heavy, and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

This was just a warm-up!

Logan’s eyes revealed a hint of suggestion. Ancient martial art practitioners were all determined.

He was no exception. His heavy breathing was a little disordered, and his physical strength was greatly overdrawn.

This state could not be maintained for long.

When one had reached the limits of the human body, it would be a great test for the body and mind.

Logan was born with tough bones. Carrying the bag of cement on his back, he continuously ran madly through the Neal family’s manor. As his speed decreased, with every step he took, water-soaked footprints appeared under his feet.

It was sweat!

Logan’s entire body was already drenched in sweat, and his pants were stuck to his clothes. That feeling of discomfort had long since been suppressed by his heavy fatigue.

Logan’s eyes were completely bloodshot as he stubbornly continued forward.

Gradually, his vision became a little blurry…

Whoosh!

Logan felt his eardrums buzzing. His legs felt as if they had been filled with lead, and he felt as if he was floating in the air. Heat surged through his body and spread to his four limbs and bones!

This was breaking the limits of the body.

His body was instinctively feeding him with power.

At that moment, Logan’s eyes shined brightly, and he threw away the bag of cement in his hand before throwing a punch.

Smack!

After a slight crisp sound, the force of the punch landed on the cement bag.

The entire cement bag exploded, and brown cement flew all over the sky.

The first stage of light force.

Logan had broken through!

From a martial artist to a warrior, one’s basic strength would be two hundred pounds. With a punch, there would be light force condensed in the fist, which would greatly increase the attack power.

When one reached the warrior level, they would be able to grasp light force.

Only then could one be considered to have entered the threshold of an ancient martial artist!

From that night forth, Logan Hall was a warrior.