10 pearls
Chapter 95 Are You Satisfied
“Hunter Lister, the one from Midas. He used to work for Hendrik but took over as the leader after the latter committed suicide. He’s the one I’m currently working for.”
With barely any strength left, Harry almost fainted after finishing his sentence in a single breath.
Emrys‘ first instinct was to say that Hunter was nothing to him, but after giving the matter some thought, he decided to get Harry to call Hunter instead.
“Tell Hunter to come and see me within fifteen minutes. Also, get him to bring a paintbrush, paint, and paper. By the way, let him know that I’m Emrys Lund.”
Seventeen minutes and three seconds later, Hunter arrived at the slums with a terrified look and his head covered in sweat.
I’m late!
He obviously didn’t dare disobey Emrys‘ orders to be there in fifteen minutes. Thus, he drove at two hundred kilometers an hour and ran every red light along the way.
Unfortunately, he was delayed by a few minutes to get the items requested by Emrys. That was why he exceeded the deadline by two minutes and three seconds.
I’m going to lose my head for this!
Hunter couldn’t help recalling what happened at Midas back then. Emrys had stormed into the casino and single–handedly killed his boss, Hendrik. The thought of it alone sent a chill down his spine.
“I deserve death for being late, Empyrean Lord. Please show mercy.”
Upon rushing into the slums, Hunter dropped to his knees without delay. The relentless drops of sweat he emitted began to form a puddle as he bowed his head.
The terror within him was unmistakable.
As for Leonard and Harry, who were still lying on the floor, the sight before them shook them to their core.
Did Mr. Lister just address this Emrys guy as Empyrean Lord? The Empyrean Lord! Only one person in Chanaea carries that title. Don’t tell me that this young man is him?
The fear in Hunter’s eyes told them that their supposition was correct.
In that instant, both of them felt as if their minds were blown.
How is something as ludicrous as this possible? We’re nothing but small–time hoodlums. There’s no way we can end up crossing someone as mighty as Empyrean Lord,
12:11 Wed, 24 Jan G.
“Are you f*cking blind? How dare you cross Empyrean Lord? Do you have a death wish?”
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