Many overseers of the sects and prestigious families had already arrived in the Warriors Alliance’s lobby. Some were chatting, and some were sipping on their tea without any expression on their faces.
It looked like they were not looking forward to the meeting. As a matter of fact, they seemed like they were irked by it.
The alliance had been holding too many meetings lately, and the topics for each meeting revolved around trivial matters. That was why these people were sick of it.
“President Zeigler has arrived!”
With that loud cry, Zion ambled into the lobby.
Everyone instantly clamped their mouths shut and sat down in their seats.
Once Zion took his seat, he raked his gaze across both sides, only to realize that the Deragons were not present. Zion froze.
Edgar was not around, so Zion dared not announce the start of the meeting. Therefore, everyone continued to sit in silence.
Soon, half an hour passed, but there was still no sign of the Deragons. Many people were starting to get impatient.
“President Zeigler, what are we waiting for? Everyone’s here, so do hurry up and tell us what’s going on,” one of them said to Zion in irritation.
“Mr. Ledford, let’s wait for a little longer,” Zion said to the man who was vexed.
“Hmph!” The man scoffed and had no choice but to sit back down.
The man, Hector Ledford, had a powerful aura. It was clear that he was already an advanced-phase Martial Arts Marquis, or else he would not dare to speak to Zion in that manner. However, over ten minutes went by again, and Edgar still did not turn up.
“President Zeigler, what are we waiting for? I don’t have the time to keep waiting like this,” Hector said, starting to feel angry.
“He’s right. I don’t want to keep wasting my time here.”
“Hurry up and say your piece. What big shot are we waiting for?”
The others were starting to feel disgruntled as well.
At that, Zion furrowed his brows as beads of cold sweat started forming on his forehead.
“Mr. Ledford, I’m waiting for the Deragons, but they’re running rather late today,” Zion replied to Hector.
“The Deragons?” Hector stiffened. “We’ve never invited the Deragons to the past few meetings. Moreover, is Ryker still worthy enough to attend the meetings?”
Hector was discontented with the situation, so his voice was rather loud as he protested.
“If I’m not worthy of doing that, are you?”
Right then, Ryker ambled into the room. Edgar was behind him, wearing a black robe.
Zion finally let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Edgar.
However, Hector’s fury only amped up when he saw Ryker entering the room. In the next second, he sneered, “Ryker, I never thought you’d still be this prideful. Don’t you know that your family is no longer the powerful Deragon family it used to be? Know your place, and know that you have no right to speak here anymore. So, be smart and leave the room immediately!”
Enraged by Hector’s words, Ryker glared intensely at Hector.
“I dare you to say that again!”
Edgar took a slow, deliberate step forward as he fixed his vicious gaze on Hector.
“Edgar, the adults are talking. Youngsters mustn’t interrupt in this, you are so rude…” Hector admonished.
Edgar’s expression turned cold as he sneered. “Ha, foolish man.”
With that, Edgar disappeared from his spot. Then, an audible crack sound echoed in the area.
Hector’s body was tossed into the air, and he had a visible handprint mark on his cheek.
Once he landed, Hector covered his cheek in disbelief.
“Brat, how dare you hit me?” Infuriated, Hector let out a strong aura.
He then leaped into the air and headed for Edgar.
Edgar slapped him in front of everyone, and that was a dent on Hector’s pride that he was not going to keep quiet about.
Edgar clicked his tongue and waved his hand. Promptly, Hector froze in his spot. Then, as if struck by a mighty attack, Hector plummeted.