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Yves King's gaze remained ice-cold as he stared at Junda, without a ripple of emotion. He didn't give a damn about this self-proclaimed alpha wolf. His mind was solely fixated on capturing Taylor Tilt, the old bastard, to force out the details of all the conspiracies from the past, and to tear his body into thousand pieces as an act of vengeance for his mother.
"Commander, Commander, be cautious, there are two people ahead in a standoff."
The moment the young soldier Haber noticed the situation ahead, he immediately took cover behind a tree, crouching down and carefully lowering Taylor Tilt from his back.
While on the young soldier Haber's back, Taylor Tilt had been jolted around so much that he felt incredibly nauseous, almost on the verge of vomiting. After hearing what Haber said, before even having the chance to catch his breath, he disregarded his discomfort, crawled behind a tree, and sneakily peeked out with half his head.