"...I... I know that showing off was my idea, but... isn't this a bit too much...?"
Aaron gulped down his saliva and whispered, leaning down to Zoemi's ear.
The boy was also the one to suffer the brunt of the splash zone, having his clothes stained with the blood of the poor marital artist that did not know who are they going against.
"We want to attract people recruiting others into the dark sect. Being ruthless should be the requirement, don't you think? At least that's how I understood the information we had on them."
The black-haired man made an indifferent expression and followed the panicking man at a brisk pace.
"Just in case... do any of you have money to actually buy something in the tavern or should I...?"
"I have the money! You can stay put from now on!"
Zoemi whispered inconspicuously, to which Alan hissed at him,
smacking his side with his heel.
"As you wish. Just watch out for that leash. Remember to not actually try to pull me away, because then it will snap."
