AN UNDERSTATED POWER

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Without looking back, Max turned and began descending from the peak, passing rows of soldiers who stood silently with their heads bowed.

Each of his steady steps on the snow resonated with an undeniable authority.

Chief Raul, standing not far away, observed Max’s steps with mixed emotions—admiration and profound respect.

The young man leading the troops suddenly moved forward.

With a respectful demeanor, he knelt before the tombstone, followed by the rest of the soldiers.

Chief Raul and his men could only stand frozen, unsure of what they should do.

Then, the young man bowed deeply, and the entire troop followed suit.

Chief Raul found the scene extraordinary, as though he were witnessing something that would never happen again in his lifetime.

In his heart, Chief Raul thought, Max was a symbol of irreplaceable strength.

If someone like Max were imprisoned, the damage to Morow State would be unimaginable.

Chief Raul witnessed everything with deep admiration.

The extraordinary power and influence of Max left him utterly impressed.

In his heart, he became more convinced that someone as formidable as Max should not be imprisoned.

If that happened, not only would Max become a threat, but the entire Morow State might be in grave danger!

After half an hour passed, Max descended to the foot of the mountain.

He walked calmly toward Chief Raul's car.

Without saying much, Max opened the door and got into the back seat.

In a calm but commanding voice, he said, “I’m ready to return.”

Chief Raul quickly nodded, not daring to utter a word.

He immediately took the driver’s seat.

One of his subordinates hesitated before stepping forward, "Chief, allow me to drive."

Chief Raul glanced at his subordinate briefly, his face expressionless.

However, he firmly shook his head as he started the engine.

"No. I will drive," he replied curtly but with undeniable authority.

He felt that in such a situation, it was better for him to drive the car himself.

As Chief Raul started the car, his gaze briefly flicked forward, and his eyes widened in shock!

He saw the young man again, standing respectfully.

Behind him, rows of fully armed personnel stood in perfect formation, saluting Max.

The sight sent chills down Chief Raul’s spine.

He felt his entire body tremble, and cold sweat began trickling down his temples.

This scene was like a vivid depiction that Max was no ordinary man.

Max resembled more of a god of war, revered and respected unconditionally!

As Chief Raul began to panic amidst the tense atmosphere, a loud and unified voice suddenly echoed, booming with deafening power.

“We bid farewell to the Great Mr. Max!”

Chief Raul was so startled by the shout that he nearly forgot how to drive.

His hands suddenly shook but he managed to regain control.

To steady himself, he pinched his thigh hard, ensuring he stayed focused.

Carefully, Chief Raul pressed the gas pedal, beginning the journey back down the road lined with armed personnel.

His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his fingers turning slightly white from the pressure.

As the car slowly moved down the road, Chief Raul’s eyes darted left and right.

Along the way, armed men stood in perfectly straight lines.

A growing sense of nervousness and discomfort overwhelmed him, but Chief Raul tried to maintain a composed expression.

In silence, he thought about the "Lord of the Abyss," a mysterious figure whose power had long been legendary in the region.

He was stunned to realize that Max possessed such extraordinary capabilities to command respect and even protection from the "Lord of the Abyss."

Admiration and fear mixed in his mind.

Chief Raul couldn’t shake off his growing concern.

If the governor insisted on imprisoning Max, what would happen to Morow State?

With Max's power, coupled with his secret ties to the "Lord of the Abyss," it was highly likely that Morow State would plunge into chaos.

He imagined uncontrollable uprisings or even total destruction!

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That night, the atmosphere at the station was cold and quiet.

Chief Raul opened the car door for Max, who stepped out calmly.

Chief Raul’s subordinates stood nervously near the station entrance, not daring to speak loudly.

One of them finally mustered the courage to ask, “Chief, how should we arrange accommodations for… Mr. Max?”

His tone betrayed his confusion.

“Are we… really going to place him in a cell? Our prison cells aren’t suitable for someone like him.”

Chief Raul paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on Max, who stood expressionless.

In his mind, he knew his subordinate was right.

The prison cells at the station were harsh, cramped, and unfit for someone of Max’s influence.

But orders were orders, and he had no other choice.

“Mr. Max,” Chief Raul said cautiously, “I must be honest, the conditions in the prison here are probably not what you would expect.”

“I can try to arrange something more suitable for you.”

“It’s fine,” Max replied calmly.

“But, Sir…” Chief Raul tried to persuade him again, his tone more urgent.

“The prison is harsh. It’s not a place for someone like you.”

“Perhaps we can arrange something elsewhere?”

Max sighed softly, then fixed Chief Raul with a gaze that made the man instantly fall silent.

“There’s no point in wasting time debating this. Just do what you must,” Max said.

Chief Raul swallowed hard, realizing there was no use in arguing further.

He gestured to his subordinates to prepare to escort Max to the prison.

The subordinates, though hesitant, immediately obeyed.