In the hall, the adventurers of South Rock City glared at Lin Da furiously, unwilling to even blink and moisturize their dry eyes lest they appear weak.
It seemed as though shifting their gaze would mean admitting defeat.
"A bunch of trash! At a time like this, it's still up to me!"
Pick's flunky, the buck-toothed man, cursed inwardly.
Seizing the moment Lin Da was distracted, he dashed upstairs to seek help.
The Sunrise Level members were all up there.
Before long, a middle-aged swordsman with a sword at his waist and short brown hair came downstairs with a sullen face.
"Young Master?"
The swordsman supported Pick, and as he saw the other's face stained with tears and snot, a flash of contempt crossed his eyes.
But, no matter how pathetic, this person was the leader's only son.
Hurting Pick—there was no way they could let the offender leave easily.
"Dewey, hurry, teach that kid a lesson! He not only insulted and beat me but also stole my Aiko!"
