"Clatter!" Fang Jueyu waved his hand, and a piece of white paper appeared in his hand. Then he took out a pen and began to scribble on the paper,
I, Bernard, hereby appoint Mr. MC Badao as my legal representative, to properly resolve all unfair treatment I have suffered in the Zinake Kingdom.
Principal (Signature):
"Brother Fang, this..." Bernard was at a loss. Being able to save his life this time was already good enough. He had never hoped for justice.
And who on earth was this MC Badao? Had Fang Jueyu adopted a new alias again?
"Why so much nonsense? Do you want your mother buried in this desolate grave?" Fang Jueyu asked.
Bernard glanced at the small mound. Of course, he didn't want that. His mother's dying wish was to be moved into the imperial tomb of the Zinake Civilization.
