"I will keep my bargain, but before that, you guys need to pay some debt."
Scythe did not utter a word, nor did he move. After all, he was in the sword point and too exhaust to move a muscle.
Wrik stooped down, still holding the masked fellow's neck in the sword point. He came closer face to face and eye to eye with Scythe, and said in a voice that had no other emotion but coldness and anger. "Listen here, if you or your men came after us. Me, my brother or any of my friends, I won't be as lenient as today. You may have the backing of some big shot, but it won't matter. Like it did not today. Do you understand?"
No voice or gesture came from the guy.
"Do you understand?" Wrik said coldly, the blade of the sword reaching a little lower.
Scythe gave a small nod.
"I did not hear you."
