After saying that, Ernest silently left the hall. Stanley sat on the sofa in the hall, took a sip of tea, and said, “Help me get in touch with Mr. Fern of the Northern Division in the Supernatural Bureau.” *** Back to Philip’s side. After he returned to the hotel, Leon found him and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, Mr. Sacha of the Southern Supernatural Bureau division has been waiting in the side hall.” Philip hummed and headed toward the side hall without delay. When the door opened, he saw a middle-aged man with a potbelly. He was wearing black-rimmed glasses and sat on the sofa, where he drank tea and ate snacks comfortably. As Philip walked in, the fat middle-aged man put down the snacks in his hand, got up with a smile, and said with a bow, “Young Patriarch Clarke, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Brad Sacha. You’re indeed a talented and good-looking young man. You’re a good role model for the younger generation. With young talent like Young Patriarch Clarke in the South, it’s really a gift from heaven…” The moment he opened his mouth, it became obvious he was an old fox. Philip interrupted Brad Sacha’s speech and said coldly, “Mr. Sacha, are you in charge of the Southern division in the Supernatural Bureau?” Seeing Philip’s indifference, Brad restrained his flattery but still smiled and said, “That’s right, I’m in charge of the Southern division in the Supernatural Bureau. Under my wise leadership, the situation in the entire South is now very stable and harmonious…” Without waiting for Brad to boast, Philip interrupted him again and said coldly, “Your leadership? Are you saying that you’re wise and have done your best? Mr. Sacha, right under your nose, a group of disciple assassins from the North infiltrated Golden City and Sunbury in the South and slaughtered 72 people from the Warren and Hart families. How dare you say you’ve managed things well and call yourself a wise leader?”
Brad was taken aback and a chill flashed in his eyes. Young Patriarch Clarke did not respect him at all and reprimanded him at first sight. Who did he think he was? Brad wiped the smile off his face and said a little coldly, “Young Patriarch Clarke, this is the business of the Supernatural Bureau, which has nothing to do with you. If you’re doing this for a friend, I can tell you some things…” Philip chided, “Brad Sacha, at this point, haven’t you realized your mistake yet?” This angry shout shocked Brad for a moment. Then, he glared at Philip and said coldly, “Young Patriarch Clarke, no matter what, I’m still the leader of the Supernatural Bureau’s Southern division. What’s with your attitude of yelling at me like this? I’m giving you enough respect by coming here to see you. How dare you be so arrogant and disrespectful?” “To put it in other words, what have you got to do with the Supernatural Bureau?” Hearing Brad’s remarks, Philip was furious and said solemnly, “Brad Sacha, you have no idea what’s going on, do you? Do you really think I don’t know about your secret deal with Ernest Turner and Cyril Hopper?” After saying that, the subordinate behind Philip took out some documents and threw them in front of Brad! Brad was shocked and picked up the documents on the floor, which were full of investigation details about him! This document was enough to take his life!