Chapter 566


    Chapter 566


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


    Thud! Thud!


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


    Chris.


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


    There was an important reason why Chris had taken Morton and Grace Field under his wing. He


    intended for them to be his representatives within the Southern Alliance.


    After all, sooner orter, Chris was bound to head north. When that time came, a vacuum would


    certainly form within the entire Southern Alliance. To prevent unrest in the south and the emergence of


    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 they


    looked at Chris.


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


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


    Inside therge ancestral hall, only Peter Jefferson remained. He was lying on a lounge chair, his eyes


    slightly closed as if he was resting.


    Without disturbing him, Chris walked straight over and sat down in front of him. He poured himself a


    cup of tea, savoring it slowly before finallymenting, "This wild tea is quite good, it has a unique


    vor!"


    At this, Peter Jefferson opened his eyes. He red 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''ll have


    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 somest time?"


    Hearing this, Peter Jefferson''s mouth twitched uncontrobly. These wild teas were harvested from


    hundred-year-old tea trees deep in the Jefferson Vige mountains and they didn''t yield more than a


    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?


    Howe you have time to visit this old man?"


    Chris couldn''t help but look exasperated. "Wasn''t it you who wrote and asked me toe? Why are


    you asking me now? Are you making fun of me?"


    "Heh," Peter Jefferson chuckled lightly, ignoring Chris''s question. Instead, he asked, "Did you take care


    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, he


    shouldn''t have been aware of what was happening outside. Could it be that he had installed a


    surveince system?


    Chris nced around, but he didn''t see any cameras.


    "Stop looking around!" Peter Jefferson said irritably, "I don''t have those fancy gadgets from your city


    here."


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


    No surveince 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 even handle


    those people?"


    In an instant, a spark flickered in Chris''s eyes. He stared at Peter Jefferson in disbelief. His identity as


    the East Coast King was something very few people in the entire East Coast knew about.


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    Yet, Peter Jefferson, an old man who had lived in Jefferson Vige for many years, seemingly oblivious


    to the world outside, how did he know?


    In that moment, the way Chris looked at Peter Jefferson changed. He had long suspected that this old


    guy was not as simple as he seemed.