The ward fell silent for a long time, the atmosphere heavy. This is the true sorrow of the scions of great families - beneath the surface glamour, the competition is fierce to the point of cruelty, and genuine emotions are rare. When Balen roared out the cruelty of the coming-of-age ceremony, it was like a heavy hammer, shattering completely the hidden beauty in their hearts. The three of them were in different moods.

"Shall we go together! Forget about the college entrance examination, it's meaningless. In these years, the coming-of-age ceremony, this year's participants are the most numerous and formidable. In the midst of the most intense days, how can we three rabble-rousers be absent? It's simply outrageous! It's perfect for us to try out the waters in advance!"

Balen looked at Barrett Walker lying on the hospital bed, then at Danny, and broke the silence.

Barrett Walker's eyes lit up, and these words were truly inspiring. In an instant, they exchanged a knowing glance, and both of them turned their hopeful eyes towards Danny.

"Danny! We won't force you!"

Barrett Walker looked at Danny hesitating, and Balen was about to scold him, but Danny quickly spoke first, cutting off Balen's scolding.

"Hmph! I was going to scold you, look at you being so timid! Don't speak, let me finish!"

Barrett Walker did not expect that Danny would stand up for him, and even gave him a signal. He ignored it and continued, "I know you're afraid of your grandfather. Among the three of us, who isn't afraid of those old folks? The most miserable is still Barrett Walker; he was taken to the battlefield at the age of three, prepared to perish with the extraterrestrial monsters. His mother died before he was six, and he didn't say a word. I guess that year you and I stayed in the safety fortress built by the family, right?

So Barrett Walker's fear of the war god is understandable. And look at me, do you think I could have come out and attended the 21st Public High School back then with just the ability to reach the rank of captain?"

Balen asked, his tone excited, with a hint of choking, and angrily said, "I was crippled and crawled out step by step, bleeding all the way. You have never tasted that kind of pain, tears flowing like blood, do you know? After that day, I realized that everyone was completely wrong. Those tears were not bitter, they were sweet. Think about what I've sacrificed and what I've gained. I'm proud of the brotherly love in my heart! In this cruel and cannibalistic society, apart from ability, you can no longer easily experience any emotions. Maybe one day the entire human society will no longer exist. The brotherly love of more than ten years, heh! Can it still be overcome by fear?"

Barrett Walker choked up and said nothing. He did not expect that for him to attend the same school as Barrett, Balen had paid such a huge price. The injury of broken legs could be healed, but that pain would always be the deepest pride in his heart. The brotherly love between them for more than ten years, with no hint of dirtiness or self-interest from the previous generation, Balen's profound words were worth remembering and cherishing forever.

At this moment, Danny really wanted to hug the two brothers and cry, the brotherly love of more than ten years, from elementary school together, to martial arts training together, sleeping together, being tortured together, and chasing girls together. Four years ago, there were no secrets between them. Look at how much Balen had sacrificed for his brothers, and then look at himself.

Danny had always thought that Balen was the happiest among the three, because he was the only heir, while he had six brothers vying for his position. This was the biggest excuse in his heart. But now, thinking about it from a different perspective, Balen bore the entire mission of the family on his shoulders, and the Rockefeller family would not allow him to act recklessly. So leaving home, it probably really shocked his grandfather. Perhaps he was the one suffering the most.

"Alright! I won't take the college entrance examination. I've been following my grandfather's orders for more than ten years; it's time for me to live my own life."

After saying this loudly, Danny instantly felt relieved. After carrying the burden for more than ten years, the first thing he felt after letting go was relief. At this moment, he didn't want to think about anything. All he wanted to do was summon the courage to take a chance.

"I'll go get the guns now. Balen, Barrett Walker, what equipment do you want!"

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Danny was extremely proactive. Just after shouting, afraid that he might regret it, he quickly made his request.

"Get me a level 50A former U.S. military machete, a set of tactical defense equipment, and any fully automatic large-caliber firearms will do!"

Balen specifically reminded Danny, "Remember! Level 50A former U.S. military machete, it must be the best A-grade. If it's already reached S-grade, I won't object. It should weigh 50 pounds! Only then can you chop off the head of a giant insect in one stroke!"

"Just get me a former Chinese JS12.7MM sniper rifle. If you can get a good Kukri knife, but I don't think I'll need it."

Barrett Walker thought of his hemophobia and felt a little despondent, but going down the path of a sniper wasn't bad either. At least it was mysterious and exciting, wasn't it?

Thinking back to how he could break through the encirclement in the Second World War with just an 85-type sniper rifle, this time, with a better weapon, he would definitely show his strength!

After Danny left, Barrett Walker turned to Balen and asked, "Did you really break your legs?"

Balen just smiled and replied mysteriously, "What do you think? Heh! Only Danny, that bookworm, would believe it! What's my nickname? Rain! And what's my pet name? Runtu!"

Balen smiled and gestured a 'yes' to Barrett Walker, but this gesture felt very forced at this moment. Perhaps in the face of such a situation, there was always some loss of face, and a forced smile was needed.

Lying on the hospital bed, Barrett Walker nodded, but he felt extremely conflicted in his heart. After taking this step, would the three of them still be able to come back alive? Brothers! If you follow me, and without the care of the family, it's one hundred percent certain that you'll die! Then I'll owe you a debt that I can never repay. I have my own persistence in my heart. If I don't succeed, the people I've let down in my previous life will never be able to find their way back. You don't have to wait for the coming-of-age ceremony with those people!"

Even though Balen was the heir of the Rockefeller family, he still couldn't get Hughes. However, Balen was unaware of this. It was actually Ross who had convinced Hughes, and Hughes quickly reported it to the Rockefeller family.

It had been two hours since Hughes reported it, and an emergency meeting had been going on in the House of Commons for more than half an hour. The three chief speakers simultaneously confirmed Barrett Walker's identity, and that was all, without revealing anything else. At this moment, there was much debate over whether to report the war god, and everything related to the war god had to be handled with extreme caution.

Matthew Green did not expect that the child he had driven away would have such ability. At the moment, he was not in a position to speak, so he just listened quietly to the arguments of the others.

"I suggest reporting the war god! Instead of discussing it here, it's better to let the war god decide for himself. I believe the war god will give the best answer for the entire federation!"

Lait Smith was a zealous advocate, and among the nine executive directors, his voice was the loudest. Standing in front, he said fervently.

"Lait Smith! You've come up with a great idea! You clearly know that if the war god is reported, he will definitely selflessly surrender himself for the sake of the entire human race. Do you want the war god's line to end, or something like that? You're really malicious."

Gavin Smith, one of the more moderate executive directors, confronted him without giving his brother any face.

"Hmph! The war god still has a grandson, right? He's even one of the ten outstanding young people of the federation. None of us have heard of him. What's the use of keeping a waste like him? It's better to make a contribution to the entire human race. Then everyone will remember him. It's not a bad way to leave a mark in history, is it?"

Lait Smith retorted.

"Alright! You've finally shown your true colors. You're obviously Matthew Green's lackey. Everyone knows that Gatton Walker is Matthew's great-grandson! You dare to say you're not Matthew Green's lackey."

Gavin Smith sneered disdainfully.

"I am a lackey, but what about you? You just want to curry favor with the war god and gain power! You're a real villain, a hypocrite!"

Lait Smith didn't back down at all.

"Everyone, please quiet down!"

As the two opposing factions continued to argue with clear and distinct banners, the tension grew thicker and the smell of gunpowder filled the air. The neutral elder, Grand Elder Oba Terence, could no longer resist stepping in to mediate.

With the upper council unable to reach a unified decision, the arguments below were left to continue. If the House of Commons did not have a small quarrel every three days and a major one every ten days, the public would think it was a dictatorship. It was considered a form of post-dinner entertainment after all!

"I will not intervene in this matter, nor will there be any exchange of interests. The two of you can handle this yourselves!"

Despite the chaotic and barbaric nature of the arguments below, many useful opinions could still be heard. If he were to step in on this matter, with the temperament of a war god, he would surely hand over Barrett Walker. But that would also make him look down on himself, so it was better not to intervene. But things would always be that way, wouldn't they?

"Audrey, what do you think?"

Kendrick Rockefeller appeared very relaxed, asking in a casual tone, yet there was an underlying mystery in his words.

"Me! I'll let the people below decide the outcome. How does that sound?"

Audrey Rothschild, however, did not take the bait, skilfully avoiding direct engagement.

"Good! Let's announce our joint decision!"

With just a few words, the three of them reached the unanimous answer they wanted. That's what you call understanding!

But what exactly was the hidden agenda behind this? Only the hearts of these three people knew.