With that, Speedy intended to turn around and leave but did not expect to see Phoenix and the others line up to block his way.
Even though his heart was racing, he pretended to be calm. “Hey, hey, hey! What are you guys doing? Get out of my way now!”
In response, Phoenix inquired wittily, “You don't have a problem with us, Southern Faction, inviting you over for dinner, do you?”
“As I said, I don't have the time because I have some business to attend to. We can do this another time,” replied Speedy.
“Are you really going to turn us down like this, Speedy? How disappointing. I didn't think we'd be so unimportant to you.”
At that point, Speedy knew he would not be able to leave. It's impossible to force my way out with this many people in front of me. For now, my best play is to stall for time. As soon as they let their guard down, I'll make a break for it. “Since everyone is insisting that I stay for dinner, that's what I'll do then.”
“Draco, could you get everything ready?”
After nodding, Draco turned to Speedy. “Please wait a moment, Speedy. I already have my people prepare dinner for us.”
As if! They're probably on their way to get Mr. Williams, and I'm about to turn into his punching bag. Speedy then started looking for an opportunity to escape as soon as he found a cool spot to sit down.
Meanwhile, the guards beaten up by Speedy hurried to Zeke's room and knelt outside. “We have a situation that requires your attention, Mr. Williams.”
Zeke, who was in his room discussing the divine weapon forging technique with Ossa Dei, walked out and frowned when he noticed the guards' bruised and swollen faces. “What happened?”
“Southern King sent Speedy to retrieve spiritual iron. We tried to stop him according to the rules, but he forced his way in. Since we couldn't stop him, he should be heading to the Spirit Stone reserve for spiritual iron now,” replied one of the guards.
“Speedy? That's an interesting name,” commented Zeke. “Was he responsible for your injuries?”
The guards responded by nodding.
“List down your injuries. I'll avenge you by giving him five times the beating,” promised Zeke.
“You don't have to do that, Mr. Williams. Our injuries are nothing,” voiced the guards quickly, for they did not think it was worth it for Zeke to make an enemy of Speedy for their sake. We have thick skins, so the beating is nothing worth mentioning. Besides, it's not as if we've never gotten beaten up by Speedy before. We are displeased about what happened, but there's really nothing that should be done since we're just lowly subordinates.
However, Zeke was determined to keep his word. “That won't do. You serve me because you trust me, so how will I be able to continue to lead you if I let others step all over you?”
The guards were deeply moved after listening to Zeke's words. This is just... Mr. Williams is really a righteous man! Draco used to be known for his loyalty to his people, and now, it seems Mr. Williams is even more so. After all, Draco would never stand up to Speedy for a couple of nobodies. Even if Speedy had murdered us, Draco probably wouldn't dare say a word about it.
Having found a sense of recognition, belonging, and security in Zeke, the guards wasted no time listing down all the injuries Speedy was responsible for.
Meanwhile, at Spirit Stone reserve, Speedy's eyes darted around as he tried to figure out the best escape route, and after careful consideration, he finally found the perfect way to flee. The cave where Spirit Stones are stored is a few hundred meters high. With no guards on the mountain, I'll be able to reach Southern Faction base after climbing over it. I have ninety-percent confidence that I can lose the faction's pursuit by then. After all, mountain climbing is what I'm best at.
Speedy decided to make a move once he thought he had perfected his plan.
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