"Captain," he tossed Zaya aside without hesitation and strode forward, his expression grave.
"Hmm?" Aur nodded, his gaze frigid.
"Aur, don't worry. I was just having some fun. These women came to my bedroom, and seeing her delicate figure, I couldn't resist," John said with a smile.
Aur didn't reply, merely giving a casual shrug as he glanced to the side, where the other three also approached.
"Tsk, you lecherous bastard," Darcy spat at John, her expression one of disgust.
"Hey, hey," John chuckled shamelessly, saying little else.
"Now that we've rested, kill them all," Aur replied in a cold tone.
Hearing Aur's chilling words, the elderly man, who had been secretly listening in, felt a shiver run down his spine. His hair stood on end, and his body trembled as if facing a death sentence.
"Run."
