"Honorable Sir Lucien, thank you for your help!"
Orlando carefully approached and respectfully greeted the armored figure.
He was equally filled with confusion such as, how did Lucien become a subordinate to Count Angler? Or, how could this individual remain so composed with a bloody cavity excavated from his chest?
But one thing was clear—his life had been saved by the individual in front of him.
More importantly, Orlando, who had previously been forced into a deadlock, once again saw a glimmer of hope for survival.
There might even be a chance to go further …
Colin, observing Orlando through the eyes of his blood slave Lucien, had mixed feelings.
He had indeed planned the chaotic situation in Alfalfa City, but the developments had exceeded his expectations.
It had to be said, the subjective initiative of people was a peculiar thing.
Each individual trapped in this chaos struggled for their own interests, their own hatred, and their own destiny.
