Willem was nothing but a bloodthirsty maniac.

"What's the matter? Lost your nerve?" Willem taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.

He added, "I thought Glorian folks were tough. Weren't you the ones who wanted to bully others? Weren't you just boasting about taking me down? Come on, get back on your feet and face me!"

"I... I won't fight anymore." Jasper shook his head vigorously.

He continued, "It was my mistake. I offended you, and I'm sorry. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me." With a gesture of submission, he dropped to his knees.

"Your apology means nothing now. You're worthless, even if you manage to survive," Willem jeered, edging closer with his nails bared and a menacing glint in his eyes.

"Mr. Bailey! Help me, please!" Jasper cried out, desperation evident in his voice and sweat trickling down his face. He knew pleading was futile, but Bailey was his only hope in a crowd of strangers.

you chose to ignore my advice. You even resorted to using numbers

added, "Now, I can't help you anymore. You'll have to

Willem, but Jasper remained

regret it! I

save me, I'll comply with your demands. The hundred thousand troops under my command will follow the orders of the

nothing!"

indifferently. "Your fate doesn't alter the course of events. Your troops will

erupted into a shout. "Are you just going to stand there and

said nothing and scanned the crowd. "What do

silence filled the air, unbroken by any

exchanged glances and chose not to

Even a genuine apology for his lateness might have been excusable. However,

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