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Chapter 566

Chapter 566

"Master, we're willing to lay down our lives for you!"

Thud! Thud!

Their words had barely settled when the two of them, without any hesitation, bowed their heads toChris.

At this sight, a smile crept onto Chris's face. He knew that Morton and Grace Field were nowcompletely under his control.

There was an important reason why Chris had taken Morton and Grace Field under his wing. Heintended for them to become his representatives within the Southern Alliance.

After all, sooner or later, Chris was bound to head north. When that time came, a vacuum wouldcertainly form within the entire Southern Alliance. To prevent unrest in the south and the emergenceof ambitious individuals like Bill Watson, he had to support his own representatives.

"Get up,” Chris said with a smile.

"Thank you, Master," they chorused. At this moment, their eyes were filled with reverence when theylooked at Chris.

Chris casually instructed, "Stay, and I'm going in alone.”

Without waiting for a response, Chris strode into the ancestral hall.

Inside the large ancestral hall, only Peter Jefferson remained. He was lying on a lounge chair, hiseyes slightly closed as if he was resting.

Without disturbing him, Chris walked straight over and sat down in front of him. He poured himselfa cup of tea, savoring it slowly before finally commenting, "This wild tea is quite good, it has aunique flavor!”

At this, Peter Jefferson opened his eyes. He glared at Chris and grumbled, "You little rascal, slowly,savor it! This tea was handpicked by me from deep within the old forest! Don't drink it all, or I'llhave none left!"

Upon hearing Peter Jefferson's words, Chris paid them no mind. He chuckled and said, "Old man,you have such good tea. Why didn't you give me some last time?"

Hearing this, Peter Jefferson's mouth twitched uncontrollably. These wild teas were harvested fromhundred-year-old tea trees deep in the Jefferson Village mountains and they didn't yield more thana few hundred grams per year. And Chris wanted some for a gift?

Ignoring Chris's thick-skinned demand, Peter Jefferson asked indifferently, "What brings you here?How come you have time to visit this old man?"

Chris couldn't help but look exasperated. "Wasn't it you who wrote and asked me to come? Why areyou asking me now? Are you making fun of me?"

"Heh," Peter Jefferson chuckled lightly, ignoring Chris's question. Instead, he asked, "Did you takecare of all those trash outside?"

"Eh?" Chris's eyes widened in surprise. "Old man, how did you know that?"

He had just arrived, and Peter Jefferson had been staying in the ancestral hall all along. Logically, heshouldn't have been aware of what was happening outside. Could it be that he had installed asurveillance system?

Chris glanced around, but he didn’t see any cameras.

"Stop looking around!" Peter Jefferson said irritably, "I don't have those fancy gadgets from yourcity here.”

Chris laughed awkwardly and asked curiously, "Old man, how did you know then?"

No surveillance system? Peter Jefferson hadn't left? Could it be that he had x-ray vision?

Peter Jefferson replied calmly, "With your strength as the King of the East Coast, can't you evenhandle those people?”

In an instant, a spark flickered in Chris's eyes. He stared at Peter Jefferson in disbelief. His identity asthe East Coast King was something very few people in the entire East Coast knew about.

Yet, Peter Jefferson, an old man who had lived in Jefferson Village for many years, seeminglyoblivious to the world outside, how did he know?

In that moment, the way Chris looked at Peter Jefferson changed. He had long suspected that thisold guy was not as simple as he seemed.