Seeing these familiar faces was like having a bucket of ice water dumped on him from the sky, and Iron-Blood's battle intent and the flame of ambition were snuffed out in an instant, with even the whiff of smoke left behind eagerly dissipated by his own doing.
A smile cracked through Iron-Blood's infuriated face in a flash, "Look at that yawn, how charming! My Brother Tu really deserves a Like!"
After Iron-Blood gave a thumbs up, he quickly slipped into the crowd.
He was fearful of giving the Rabbits even one more glance and irritating them.
Though he knew the Rabbits definitely wouldn't rush in to hit him—after all, not even a group of Rabbits could break the rules of the system—he couldn't handle it if they decided to settle scores after the fact, blocking the city gates every day to kill him!
However, Iron-Blood was clearly overthinking it.
To these War Merchants and Butchers, a battle of such a level was hardly interesting.