Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 1190

Dax then wailed, “Why? Those sects are all ungrateful b*stards. They won't be grateful even if we rescued them. Have you forgotten how they treated Darryl? I've also heard the people who pretended to be from the Elysium Gate are rather powerful.

Especially their leader called Quincy Long, that girl’s a Level Five Martial Emperor."

At the same time, Shelly carried her child over and said to Chester, “Hubby, I think you should listen to Dax. I think he’s right in not saving them."

Shelly was always supportive of whatever Chester did ever since marrying Chester and gave him her full support.

However, Shelly could not support his idea this time.

Chester let out a short breath and smiled." We have to save them for the World Universe's safety. Quincy might be powerful, but I heard she's not at the Wishing Star Tower, so we’ll have a huge possibility of saving those sects' people if we take this chance to sneak in."

Chester then looked at Neil and said, "Son, your father is going to beat up bad people. Do you support him?"

"Bad people! Beat bad people!" Neil was only slightly more than a year old. Even though he could not enunciate, he was still excited and waved his small fist around." Dad beats bad people! I want to be like dad when I grow up!" "Naha!" Chester laughed out loud upon hearing this before looking at Shelly and said, "See, even our son supports me!" Shelly pouted and helplessly said, “It's up to you since you've decided anyway."

Dax also nodded. He lifted his wine glass to Chester and said, "Okay, I'll come together with you if you must save those idiots!

Come, let’s clink to our success!"

Chester chuckled and then clinked glasses with Dax before downing the wine.

Life had been worthwhile to have a brother like him!

After a few glasses of wine, Dax and Chester sent out their orders to quickly gather the disciples of Eternal Life Palace and Flower Mountain before heading toward the Wishing Star Tower to rescue those other sects!

Midnight!

The Wishing Star Tower was extremely grave and silent in the night. The surrounding of the Wishing Star Tower was heavily guarded with guards patrolling everywhere.

Ever since Quincy led the South Cloud Army to capture those sects, they had been locked up in the Wishing Star Tower.

Although Quincy herself was not present at the moment, there were still a few hundred thousand South Cloud Army heavily guarding the Wishing Star Tower to prevent the captives from escaping.

"What's that?" Someone among the South Cloud Army yelled right at that moment. Suddenly, the surrounding army subconsciously looked down from the hill where the Wishing Star Tower was located.

Everyone instantly gasped.

They could see there were over ten hundred thousand people not far away! Two huge flags were waving right in front of them. It was written clearly under the moonlight as 'Eternal Life Palace!’ and ‘ Flower Mountain!'

Leading them were Dax and Chester!

"Everyone f eking queue up!" The New World soldier reprimanding them had a black sack in his hands which contained steamed buns.

In the barracks, the laborers could take two steamed buns every meal with no other food provided.

The New World soldier angrily said, "I'll say it once more! F*cking queue up or no one

gets to eat!'

The laborers stopped their grabbing attempts and started lining up for each of them to receive their two steamed buns upon hearing his words.

Ambrose was at the end of the queue. It was finally his turn. He went to a corner, squatted down, and immediately gorged on it when he received his two steamed buns.

He was so young yet had to move all those coal blocks moments ago, and was extremely hungry. Although the steamed buns were not tasty, they could at least fill his stomach and Ambrose was indulging in it.

Footsteps came behind him just when he was about to take a bite and someone snatched away the buns in his hands.

"Ambrose Darby right? I'm sure you don't need two buns since you're still young. I'll help you eat them!"

Ambrose turned around to see a teenager around 17 or 18 years with dark skin and looked rather strong. This teenager who was also a laborer in the barracks had grabbed his buns.