Hot Rod came from behind and with him came others. However, in front of them was a miserable looking figure, with a pale face and trembling body. Ironclad. Khrom and Dion, and even Slyff was kicking him from time to time, cursing even. The humiliated man didn't dare to fight back, as he had already tried a few times and failed.
"Ahh, you see," Kadyn grinned towards Llyris and pointed at Ironclad. "We have caught the spy you have sent. Do you recognise him?"
"I'm not a spy!" Ironclad roared, his voice was hoarse and pitiful, enough to melt a normal man's heart. But who was Kadyn? He had seen even worse betrayal and even better actor. Hicka was his name. Neither Kadyn was a simple-minded brat who had just transmigrated, deceiving him inside the shop was equal to eating corns from your nose.
"Well, I don't like explaining," Kadyn said, then smiled. "But in the start I liked you, so I'll let you know what mistakes you have made which led you to fail your mission."
