The Man's Decree

“Mr. Chance wouldn’t be in danger, would he?”

Serena, who had already left, was extremely worried about Jared.

“Let’s stop here. We’ll wait and see. If Mr. Chance can’t catch up, we’ll go back and check.”

Trystan waved his hand, causing everyone to halt.

After all, Jared was his lifesaver. If he were to stand by idly while Jared was in danger, if he were to turn a blind eye to a life in peril, Trystan would never find peace for the rest of his life.

Upon seeing his master preparing to go back and save Jared, Clifford quickly said, “Mr. Pruitt, we should leave now. Even if we return at this moment, I suspect Mr. Chance has already been captured or killed.”

need not worry. Mr. Chance will be fine. A few mere Sixth Level Tribulators are no match for Mr. Chance. Moreover, I discovered that those few

was not at all worried about Jared. He even comforted both Trystan and

to Serena, displaying an extreme closeness with her. This made Clifford, who was standing aside, grind his teeth in

Level Tribulator. Even if he is exceptionally talented and capable of fighting above his level, wouldn’t he still face danger when confronted with several Sixth Level Tribulators?” Serena

as he continued, “However, how did Stephen and the others manage to discover Mr. Chance’s identity? Logically speaking, since Mr. Chance had altered his appearance and concealed his aura, he shouldn’t have been discovered. Also, it seemed that Stephen and his companions hadn’t recognized Mr. Chance

speaking, he shifted his gaze

Mr. Chance’s identity the first time they met, but merely pretended to be unaware? Then, they intentionally left, ran ahead to set up a trap, waiting for Mr.

she couldn’t possibly suspect Clifford as they had known each other for so many years.

Clifford was thinking of finding some excuse to exonerate himself, but since Serena had already said that, he decided to go along with her words. “Indeed, Serena’s analysis is correct. It’s certain that Stephen

identity for now. The pressing matter is

gaze constantly returning to the direction from which they had come. He dearly hoped for Jared to suddenly

Pruitt, I apologize for causing you