The group of four ran to a familiar slum area and to a small makeshift hut to see their old friend. To be honest, there was an element of smugness here because they kind of wanted to show off how well-off they were now, despite being so pitiful just a few days prior.
However, what they got into was not the scene they expected.
The son was indeed without consciousness, but on his back was a large foot owned by a huge man with a mocking smile.
Beside him were eight more people. They recognized a few as the guards from the entrance. Worse, they brought more 'manpower' with them.
Their hearts paused.
"The boss wants your products," Brong said, chewing an Alteran jerky he had. He closed his eyes and savored its taste, and when his eyes opened he just looked even greedier.
Dog scoffed, glaring, even when his legs were a little shaky, "Heh, that lord finally lost his patience eh?"
