“There’s nothing you can bring out that will make me stop my…”

Anson was speaking with great conviction when his gaze flitted downward to see what Zion had brought out.

In an instant, the words died in his throat, and he said nothing further.

Anson was dazed for a moment and woodenly looked at the token Zion was holding.

Zion was afraid that Anson could not see it clearly, so he flipped it over once or twice to show him exactly what the token was.

Anson’s gaze unfocused as he was taken aback.

“This is…”

His throat went dry as the desert, and his face turned slack in disbelief.

“Superintendent, this is exactly what you think it is,” Zion said with a grin.

Anson’s face stiffened.

He was rooted to the spot.

When he first saw the token, his heart skipped a bit.

After examining the token repeatedly to make sure it was what he thought it was, Anson realized that it was the same token that the Martial League had lost a long time ago.

It was the Martial League’s Supre