The Legendary Man novel Chapter 501

Chapter 501 Prince Of Diyouli

Meanwhile in Salinsburgh, a city in the northeast of Chanaea. In a spacious office located in the headquarters of Salinsburgh’s main garrison, Karl had a cigar in his mouth and was letting out puffs of smoke.

“These cigars you brought are not bad. It’s a pity that there are only three. That’s way too little,” he remarked with a smile. Across from him was a man from Remdik. He was tied up and bound to the chair.

There were four guards in total on both of his sides, all of which were armed with guns. From the looks of it, the man might get his head blown off if he made the slightest movement.

“Karl! I came here to meet you out of sincerity. I don’t deserve to be treated like this!” he yelled in stiff Chanaean.

In response to that, Karl stretched his finger out and wiggled it slightly. He sneered, “No, no. Aidan, you need to know that I caught you alive. You didn’t come here to meet me out of sincerity. Those are two completely different things.”

He added, “Now that you mention it, I am rather curious. We’ve built our bases using River Onxy as the border, and it’s been over a year since any conflict has occurred. Even if you were here to conduct some recon in preparation for war, you have a lot of spies in Chanaea, don’t you? It’s not like you would have to strut into my territory all high-and-mighty. Why exactly are you here?”

Aidan looked at the four armed guards around him and shook his head slightly. “I can’t answer that, Karl. There are other people here.”

“I get it.” Karl nodded. “You’re saying that I’m the only one you can tell, right?”

Aidan affirmed, “Yes. What I want to tell you can’t be heard by anyone else-”

Boom!

Before he could even finish his sentence, he was sent falling backward with an explosive sound.

The one who had done so was none other than Karl.

Since the heavy ashtray in his hands was cracked in half, he spit the cigar out and threw the ashtray to the side.

After searching around for a bit, he took a shiny, golden trophy from the bookshelf next to him.

“In the eighth military competition, I won first place in technological surveillance and countersurveillance tactics,” Karl smirked as he held the trophy in his hand. “It feels good to hold this.”

He walked over beside Aidan’s body and sat on top of him. “Aidan, in over six years, there have been times when we were engaged in huge and small battles, as well as times when there was no fighting going on at all. Do you have any idea how many of my subordinates have died at your hands?”

“People will inevitably die in war,” Aidan stated. His face was covered with blood, but the words that came out of his mouth were as indifferent as ever. They seemed to carry no emotion.

“Thirty one thousand six hundred and eighty-four men!” Karl roared.

Bang!

That was the sound of Karl slamming the trophy down onto Aidan’s face.

“Eight thousand four hundred and ninety one wounded and paralyzed!” he thundered.

Bang!

He slammed down once again. The base of the trophy was covered in blood.

On the other hand, Aidan’s face was distorted beyond recognition right then. His entire face was stained with blood. His appearance was absolutely terrifying.

Cough… Cough…

Aidan was lying on the floor. His blood had flowed backward into his airway, causing him to cough violently.

Obviously, Karl had no intention of letting him go just like that.

Bang!