As William began to speak, guards had already surrounded them.
Sweat streamed down Laud's forehead, and these thirty seconds were undoubtedly the longest he had ever endured.
"Fine!" At the last moment, Laud sighed, reached out slowly to pick up the wine glass on the table, and pretended to drink. However, at the final moment, his expression changed dramatically as he flung the red wine towards the guard closest to him.
The crimson liquid immediately smeared across the man's face, sticking to his skin like thick mud, clearly more than just wine.
More than a dozen fully armed guards had already swung their swords at him.
Laud ducked down, shamelessly crawling under the table to evade the slashing blades, coolly assessing the situation.
Though the enemy had numerous men, they were all of mediocre quality, and the corpulent William was even less agile. Laud felt he might still have a chance!
