# Chapter 624 Passion: The Power of an Oath
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The air in the room was thick with tension as Brian frowned, staring hesitantly at the document Keira held in her hand. His eyes narrowed with suspicion as he asked, "What's this?"
Keira, ever calm and composed, pushed the item forward just a little. Her voice was steady as she said, "Take a look at it before you say anything."
But Brian wasn't easily swayed. He frowned again, his expression hardening.
Keira decided to provoke him, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Deputy Director Dawson, are you afraid to look at something given by a young woman like me?"
Brian wasn't fooled by her tactic. He knew better than to be baited.
But Luke, impulsive as ever, couldn't stand it. "What did you say? Let me see!" He stepped forward, snatching the document from Keira's hands. His eyes scanned the pages, and within moments, his expression shifted to one of surprise. "What the hell is this?"
The people behind him leaned in eagerly. "Isn't this the declaration we made when we joined the Special Division?"
Those words made Brian pause. "What?"
Luke handed the document to Brian, who lowered his gaze to read it. His breath caught in his throat.
It was indeed the declaration they had all written when they joined the Special Division. These people had joined out of love for their homeland, willing to dedicate their lives to serving their country. Before joining, everyone had to recite the charter of the Special Division and write down their original intentions in this booklet.
But as time passed, everyone had forgotten.
The booklet looked old and worn, carrying the weight of years gone by. While the others were confused, Brian stared blankly for a moment, then immediately flipped through the pages, landing directly on page 36. There, two different types of handwriting were present.
The first was written by someone who appeared very learned, with beautiful handwriting that flowed elegantly across the page: "For the great rejuvenation of Crera!"
Brian paused, his eyes fixed on the page.
Holly glanced at it and gasped softly. "This is Grandpa's handwriting."
Looking down at the signature, it was indeed old Mr. Sims.
Holly's eyes widened as she looked further down.
Beneath it was a row of childlike handwriting, crooked and skewed, like a young child's first attempt at writing. The sentence was simple: "For the great rejuvenation of Crera!"
It seemed to imitate the statement above, but carried the voice of a young boy with youthful naivety, earnestly speaking his wish from the depths of his heart.
Seeing that row of words made Holly pause. "What's that...?"
Luke immediately sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Who wrote that? It's so ugly!"
The moment those words left his mouth, Brian's face darkened like a storm cloud. He smacked Luke on the head, his voice sharp. "Watch your mouth! I wrote it at the age of five, and that was pretty impressive!"
Luke was dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open in shock.
With an ingratiating smile, Luke quickly backtracked. "Wow, dad, you wrote this? But isn't your declaration of joining the Special Division a bit big?"
Young people didn't understand the significance of this sentence. It seemed like a light-hearted remark to them, unaware of how many of their predecessors had paid the price with their very lives. Their country, Crera, had only started developing so well in the last thirty years. Brian was fifty now, which meant he was five years old about forty-five years ago.
Back then, Crera was still a developing country, striving to catch up with other nations. It was the efforts of these predecessors that brought about today's development in Crera.
Luke might not understand, but Brian was very clear about how much old Mr. Sims and he himself had sacrificed for this one sentence.
Why didn't Vincent join the Special Division? Was it really because he liked being a forensic doctor?
No.
He had been attacked in an assassination attempt as a child, sustained an injury, and was unable to practice martial arts.
Brian suddenly remembered what old Mr. Sims often held him and said when he was a child: "The Special Division doesn't belong to the Sims family. It belongs to everyone. Little Brian, when you grow up, you must remember this. You must fulfill the wish of me and your father! You must lead the Special Division, carry out our responsibilities, and strive to make sure no inexplicable force can threaten Crera!"
Just as Brian thought of this, Keira handed him another notebook.
That notebook was obviously newer, although it might have seen many years as well, dating back thirty years. When Brian was young and careless, he had scribbled his own declaration where old Mr. Sims had written his manifesto. Still, when he officially joined the Special Division, he had his own page of declaration.
Brian stared at that notebook.
He reached out, took it, and slowly flipped it open to the declaration page.
He didn't need to see that declaration to know what it was.
"For the great rejuvenation of Crera! To be Crera's safest Guardian!"
The fierce expression on Brian's face gradually dissipated upon seeing this sentence.
Everyone has an original aspiration.
His own aspiration had driven him to take over the Special Division. He truly hoped to protect his family and country, to be a Guardian of Crera.
But when did he begin to forget this initial aspiration?
Brian clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes gradually moistened with unshed tears.
Keira looked at him, her voice soft but firm. "Deputy Director Dawson, I can't prove anything, nor do I know why old Mr. Sims has delayed his retirement, unwilling to give up his position to you. But I think you shouldn't have forgotten your original aspiration."
Brian pursed his lips, his heart heavy.
Even Luke fell silent, the mockery gone from his face.
Terry still wanted to provoke the crowd. "Don't use the greater good of the country to make your point, you..."
"Shut up!"
Brian rebuked sharply, his voice like thunder, startling Terry into silence.
Brian looked at Keira. "I'll never forget my duties! But what does Interpol taking someone away have to do with this?!"
Keira's eyes met his. "Deputy Director Dawson, you are well aware of the affairs of the Special Division, so you should understand that the Special Division has always wanted to find information on the South family, right?"
Upon hearing this, Brian was stunned. "You mean..."
"Yes, Vera South is a member of the South family. Otherwise, why do you think old Mr. Sims would have specifically approved an arrest warrant for me?"
Brian was taken aback, the pieces clicking into place.
Keira's voice was unwavering. "So, do you still think that Vera South should be handed over to Interpol?"
Terry interjected, his voice scornful. "Don't make excuses here; the criminal doesn't even have the surname South. Vera South is her Crera name; foreigners come to Crera and pick a Crera name for themselves, just for convenience in pronunciation. Do you really think that just because she's called Vera South, she belongs to the South family? You..."
"All personnel, heed my command!"
Terry was cut off by Brian's thunderous voice.
Brian straightened his back and put down the two manifestos in his hands. His protruding belly even seemed to become a bit more handsome and pleasant to the eye as he stood tall with newfound purpose.
All members of the Special Division immediately stood upright, performing the salute they had trained for so long.
Brian's voice rang out, clear and commanding. "Mr. Sims isn't here, and I am temporarily in charge of the Special Division. Please listen carefully to my command. No one is allowed to take the prisoner Vera South away!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole room was in an uproar.
His sonorous tone made even Keira feel more solemn. Vincent looked at Brian, a glint of relief shining in his eyes.
Brian was the Deputy Director of the Special Division. Although many people were loyal to old Mr. Sims, Brian's contributions to the Special Division were indisputable. Therefore, once he spoke, everyone present, including Holly, straightened up and said, "Yes!"
As the vigorous voices fell, the two previously divided sides immediately turned their heads in unison, glaring angrily at the representatives from Interpol.
Having witnessed their dispute, the people of Interpol were dumbfounded.
Fox had bought the person who came to take Vera away. Once he had Vera, he would hand her over to Fox. Fox had already made it clear that there would be infighting in the Special Division and that he just had to watch from the sidelines.
But how come, just as they were enjoying the show, these two sides reconciled so quickly?
The person working for Fox couldn't figure it out and didn't respond for a while.
Brian approached him, his voice firm. "Sorry, but you can't take this prisoner with you. The Special Division still has a caseload pending."
The head of Interpol immediately retorted, "Wasn't it agreed that all cases would be combined and handled by us?"
Brian simply said, "Our case isn't part of that deal."
The person in charge became furious. "It's not your call! She's an international criminal. Your petty Special Division has no right to stop us from conducting our investigation! Please turn the prisoner over immediately!"
Brian spread his hands, a calm smile on his face. "I'm sorry, but we have a crucial case on our side, and the person can't be transferred to you for the time being. If you have any objections, please communicate with our higher authority!"
The person in charge was speechless, his face red with frustration.
He stared at Brian before finally saying, "Since you're not cooperating, let's just stick to the old rules."
At these words, Keira raised her eyebrows, intrigued.
A new employee of the Special Division asked a veteran beside them in a hushed voice, "What old rules?"
"The Special Division is different from the other departments. The way we get things done has a bit of an old-school martial world feel..." The veteran employee scratched his head, searching for the right words. "That is, when there's a dispute over a person or an item both sides want, we hold a competition in the ring."
"What kind of competition?" The new employee exclaimed in surprise. "Can we really do that?"
The veteran employee coughed and continued in a lowered voice. "The Sims family used to have a high standing in the international martial world. Back in the day, to fight for Crera's interests, they used this method many times. Otherwise, why do you think the Special Division has such a good relationship with the Freeman Sect? We've borrowed their people on more than one occasion!"
The new employee was bewildered, his mind spinning.
Keira just lowered her gaze, understanding dawning on her.
Having learned about the close ties between the Special Division and the Freeman Sect, she had asked Holly for these details, so she knew all about it. The Sims family was indeed formidable. During a time when Crera was weak, they managed to secure numerous concessions from the international community through this approach.
Now, the tables had turned, and the other side wanted to use this method to take a prisoner away.
Brian squinted upon hearing this. He subconsciously touched the area around his chest, remembering his old injuries. In his earlier years, he had devoted himself to martial training, but as he grew older and after suffering injuries, his capabilities had declined over the years.
He looked at Luke and James.
With those two around, there shouldn't be any problems, should there?
With that thought, Brian said, "Fine, let's do it that way."
But almost immediately as his words fell, the person in charge of Interpol stepped aside, revealing the black-clad bodyguard who had been following him all along.
The black-clad bodyguard had been wearing sunglasses and a mask, so no one had really noticed him until now. The person in charge pointed toward the bodyguard and announced, "This is our King. He'll represent us in today's martial contest."
On hearing this, the bodyguard immediately removed his sunglasses and mask, stretched his neck and wrists, and then took off his suit jacket, revealing his impressively muscular build.
All members of the Special Division gasped in realization when they saw the foreigner.
"King? The boxing champion?"
"Heavens! Has he joined Interpol? He's the one who defeated the previous champion and is regarded as the number one in the martial world today! It's said that many have challenged him, but no one has ever won against him!"
"Deputy Director Dawson, what do we do now? Luke and James are probably no match for him..."
"Yeah, with such a figure, I can't think of anyone we could use..."
"How about the senior sister of the Freeman Sect?"
"Are you crazy? The senior sister of the Freeman Sect isn't even here. It's rumored that she is very mysterious, always traveling abroad. How could she possibly be here now?"
"Do you expect a Divine Weapon to descend from the heavens? Let's come up with our own solution, maybe a relay fight?"
"Do you know what sets the King apart from the other champions?"
"What is it?"
"He once knocked down twenty-five fighters in a row to enter the finals! And he didn't lose even after that. The match only ended because the time was up!"
"What? We don't have twenty-five capable fighters in the Special Division, do we? What are we going to do?!"
"Are we just supposed to stand by and watch Vera South be handed over? No way!"
While everyone was talking amongst themselves, panic spreading through their ranks, Keira suddenly chuckled.
Her laughter was soft, but it cut through the noise like a blade.
Was this Fox's backup plan?
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
What an absolutely magnificent chapter! I was on the edge of my seat from start to finish! The emotional journey of Brian rediscovering his original aspiration was beautifully crafted. Seeing a hardened warrior brought to tears by the memory of his childhood oath was deeply moving and relatable. Keira's intelligence and strategic brilliance shine once again as she uses not weapons or force, but the power of memory and purpose to unite the divided Special Division. The tension ratchets up perfectly with the introduction of King, making the stakes feel impossibly high. I was holding my breath when he revealed himself! This chapter masterfully blends political intrigue, martial arts tradition, and deep emotional resonance. Absolutely brilliant storytelling!
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
The challenge has been issued, and the Special Division faces an impossible opponent in King, the undefeated boxing champion. With Luke and James seemingly outmatched, and the mysterious senior sister of the Freeman Sect nowhere to be found, I predict that Keira herself will step into the ring! Her hidden martial arts abilities might finally be revealed, shocking everyone. Alternatively, could Vincent have a hidden past that makes him more capable than he appears? The answer will likely come in a breathtaking showdown that will determine Vera South's fate and potentially expose Keira's true capabilities to the world!
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