Who doesn’t dream of being extraordinary!
And once such a dream is realized, who could help but feel proud?
Others are like this.
So naturally was Billder.
Fortunately, Billder had t Jason.
A person who quickly made him co to his senses.
With a lift of his hand, he pulled Pers, who was kneeling on the ground, to his feet.
"Let’s go, the battles ahead will still take a long ti.”
Pers stared blankly at Billder.
He was surprised by Billder’s sudden change.
Although Billder had said nothing explicitly, Pers could clearly feel how proudly and arrogantly the forr security consultant had once behaved, especially his contempt towards him.
However, Pers didn’t care.
He was always soone who feared death and clung to life, what was contempt to him? As long as no one did anything too excessive, he could tolerate it.
But just now, he keenly sensed that Billder seed different.
Yet he wasn’t quite sure.
A hand clapped on his shoulder.
Pers turned his head; it was Roslor.
"Billder is a good man.”
"It’s just that his personality is a bit difficult, but you’ll get used to it after spending so ti with him.”
"Just now?”
"After experiencing the battle, he has begun to see you as a comrade.”
"Just like .”
Roslor said with a smile on his face.
"Really?”
Pers was still sowhat doubtful.
"Of course!”
Roslor said with certainty.
"Hurry up!”
"Don’t dilly-dally!”
Ahead, Billder began to call out loudly, urging them to move faster.
Roslor laughed and waved at Pers, striding forward.
Watching their backs, Pers scratched his head.
This was the mont he should have turned and run.
But…
Wouldn’t that be dishonorable?
Moreover, I’ve already been targeted by those guys.
They will definitely go to great lengths to chase after .
If I get separated, I won’t even have soone to watch my back!
Right!
I need soone to watch my back!
Thinking this, Pers imdiately started to follow, calling out loudly.
"Wait for !”
…
Jason’s room.
Losa XI was sound asleep, snoring.
Under the influence of alcohol, this eleventh-in-line successor of the Losa Family had long since forgotten about his dire situation and paid no more attention to those annoying matters.
There’s no trouble that a drink can’t fix.
If there is?
Then have two!
If two won’t do, try two tons.
As long as you drink enough, troubles will never find you.
Losa XI lived by the saying of so old drunkard.
In his view, he was just a good-for-nothing.
In a ti like this, when death was certain, of course, he needed a drink, both out of habit and as a farewell before his end—he hoped it wouldn’t take too long, as he was a bit afraid of pain.
It would be best if it ended in an instant!
Death can sotis be terrifying.
But compared to a fate worse than death, it’s really nothing!
Losa XI had seen with his own eyes how his eldest brother dealt with those who offended him.
Flaying was just the beginning.
To not die after being flayed, and then covered with honey and thrown into an anthill was also just routine.
What horrified him the most was the complete desecration of human dignity.
n lost the capital to hold their heads high.
A single cut.
A chill in the groin.
And then fried and forced to eat it.
Every ti he imagined this scene, Losa XI felt cramps in his lower abdon.
As for won?
He thought it was better not to know.
He never looked.
And to resist this kind of fear, he chose ‘alcohol’!
That was the case before.
And it’s the sa now.
Alcohol made him fall asleep quickly, it made his mind unclear, and it made him babble.
"Don’t think I don’t know!”
Losa XI suddenly spoke up, lying on the sofa.
At this mont, he thought back to how he felt after his eldest brother ‘accidentally’ intimidated him, and how his other siblings feigned concern for him.
Every ti he thought of those phony smiles, he felt like punching them hard.
After all, compared to his full brother, the eldest,
He knew exactly what his half brothers and sisters wanted to do.
But he had his own delusion of being a wastrel.
So he kept silent.
Yet at this mont, under the influence of alcohol, Losa XI couldn’t help himself anymore.
But it was this drunken muttering.
A shadow in the corner of the wall began to tremble.
A hidden figure, uncertain and startled, was looking at Losa XI.
Discovered?
No way!
How could a Losa XI without ‘inherited strength’ possibly notice ?
The hidden figure was hesitant,
Because he rembered Losa XI’s disguise.
If it had not been for ‘their’ accidental exposure, Losa XI would have remained a nobody.
Dismissed by everyone as worthless.
But with everything that had happened, who could still see Losa XI as worthless?
The bodies of Send 3, Send 8, and Send 9 hadn’t even gone cold yet.
The riot at Ga Mansion had yet to settle down.
Losa XI’s brazenness and madness during the live broadcast were still fresh in mory.
Considering these things, the hidden figure slowly withdrew his already extended foot.
I was being impulsive!
The hidden figure thought to himself and then suddenly rembered ‘Korlahadi 5,’ who had been killed by a bullet from Losa I.
How the other died, he was well aware.
Unable to control the ‘inherited strength,’ directly overwheld by the strength, he couldn’t control his mouth.
It was his own doing, asking for death.
What about ?
I can be sure my ‘strength’ is fine, stable, and there’s no backlash.
So why did I take the risk to co here?
Why had I acted so differently from my usual cautious character?
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