"Mr. Victor is doing a lot of bloodletting this time. My Thunderhall family will take care of it!"
"My Deepvale family also accepts!"
Victor pressed his fists together respectfully. "Thank you both for taking action!"
Belle Thunderhall and Peter Deepvale stepped forward, arriving at Victor Ashenvale's side like two hawks taking position.
Belle narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Mr. Victor, don't forget your promise. Each of our families gets one quota. No less."
"Don't worry," Victor replied with a firm nod.
"Once everything is done, the quotas will be granted."
His tone was resolute, but deep within his heart, blood churned. To give up two Holy Land Heir quotas… Meant that the Ashenvale family would lose its footing for centuries.
But as long as Ethan died— The future losses would be worth it.
Latham's sharp eyes flicked toward Victor.
"So the Ashenvale family truly intends to spill blood today…"
They had managed to gather two helpers. Two Supremes on their side.
