"What the hell are you guys waiting for!? Do you have some kind of death wish!? Disperse!"
It was these words from Young Noble Clark that dispersed the two formations of soldiers, as not only his face, but also the face of Master Troy, the Young Master by his side, and Young Noble Fjord was black.
They had managed to defuse the ticking bomb on their side at the moment, but no one knew when the bomb would start ticking once again and explode in their hands.
Even though they weren't exactly soft persimmons themselves none of them could bear the damage that this damn bomb could cause to them.
So they had to be extra careful from now on. But on the minds of these young men, there was also another unanswered question, just who was that scum who had peeked on their woman?
They all considered Amelia as theirs despite not being able to resist even one or two of her attacks, and they wouldn't allow someone else to come and spit on their food.
