“You’re just a bunch of ants; how dare you block me?” Donoghue coldly said, looking full of himself.

He scanned his surroundings and said, “Those of you that are still unhappy, I dare you to come at me.”

His voice was not loud, but it was intimidating.

The entire crowd was utterly silent. Nobody dared to let out a single breath.

The Westrington Army lowered their heads, and no one dared to look at Donoghue.

At that exact moment, a general walked out from the crowd and knelt in front of Donoghue in front of everyone.

“Your Majesty, I am your servant, Ricky Franco, at your service,” he said politely.

Ricky Franco was the Deputy Commander of the Black Rider Army. He was a wise man. After watching Donoghue kill Brad, he quickly pledged his loyalty to Donoghue to ensure his own safety.

The remaining army, more than 10 thousand of them, knelt and yelled in unison, “All hail Your Majesty!”

Although Donoghue’s tactic was dirty and vicious, he was powerful.

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