As he shouted, a smile graced his face, and he tried to reach for the wine flask strapped to his waist.
But before he could even make a move, the tribespeople by his side had already restrained him.
Little White seemed quite accustomed to Nineteen's antics, rolling his eyes in silence -- a gesture only Logan noticed.
Logan's mouth twitched, somewhat speechless at the scene unfolding before him.
Was it that these two were so eager to perform?
They could easily break free from these restraints, yet it seemed as if they were playing along.
However, the clan leader, unaware of the ruse, thought the other was genuinely scared and sneered.
"Your two accomplices aren't up to much, are they? It's a shame that your lifetime's reputation is ruined by those two good-for-nothings. Do you hear me? Your Master is begging for his life, and his fate is in my hands now. You'd better weigh your decisions carefully, ha!"
