Chapter 874 William, You Deserve a Horrible Death

Beathan could hardly believe it. He was still alive, standing on solid ground.

He emerged from the bottom deck of a cargo ship filled with canned herring. As he inhaled in fresh air, a spark of life flickered in his gaunt, sallow face.

This wasn't Lablos. He had landed in a port of a country somewhere in the Esnua region.

No ship bound for Lablos had been willing to take him, so he had spun a heartbreaking tale of woe. It was enough to persuade an Esnuan captain to let him aboard and bring him ashore.

It didn't matter. Esnua was fine.

Beathan moved swiftly through the port, already formulating a plan in his mind.

First, he needed a place to hide. Then, he had to reach out to his contacts. There were still a few trusted allies who hadn't been caught. If they could wire him some money, he could survive.

He had to survive. He had to.

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fixed ahead, Beathan clung to that single thought as

someone. In broken local language, he muttered, "Sorry," and tried

he could react, a swift kick landed on his chest. He was

fury as he looked up, and then he

well, Mr. Collins. It's only been a few days. Why do you

though he had seen a

Emelie was dressed according to the weather. A strappy top and a pair of denim shorts highlighted her slender

entirely dressed in black and wearing sunglasses, exuding

an exceptionally good mood. The glint of disdain in her eyes as she looked at Beathan

before he could make a move, four burly bodyguards appeared behind him. The dock was crowded and noisy. With just a

the concrete floor, stunned and confused. He had changed his plans

into a rage. "William, that despicable man! He swore that he wouldn't betray me,

eyes narrowed. "So, it was William who helped you escape. I had wondered who would be foolish enough to

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