"Do you really believe that the lives of our tens of thousands of brothers can be equated with any other object?"
Another Centurion spoke up, his tone cold with a chilling aura of murder enveloping him...
"If something happens to me, aren't you afraid that my father will make trouble for your border army?"
Seeing that the ten centurions were unmoved, Clarke Drake's face darkened and he changed his tactics from persuasion to threats.
Instantly, the Centurions looked at each other and all broke into laughter.
"Young Master Clarke, everyone knows that our general has already let you go and you have left Flourishing City... Do you really think that if you to die out there, anyone would connect it back to our general?"
"Others would just assume that you were robbed and killed by horse thieves on the road."
"So, Young Master Clarke, there's no need for you to worry about our general."
...
The Centurions' mocking words turned Clarke's complexion even darker.
