"Old thing?"
Bowen said incredulously, and then his eyes were full of anger.
Anyway, he was old and strong, living a younger life than many people. And he was also a respected warlock. In the eyes of these people, he was just an old man?
This was too rude!
"You rude guys!"
Amy didn't know why she was pissed off by their words. She stepped on the foot of the man who grabbed her wrist.
The man let go of her in pain. "This bitch!"
Amy hurried to pull Bowen's hand, trying to take them away.
After all, this was Nat City. They might work for castellan. Amy didn't want to get into trouble.
If they couldn't meet Allen, they would be trapped here.
However, as soon as Amy turned around, she felt a pain in her scalp. Then she was pulled back by her hair.
She fell to the ground with a flop, and her hair was tightly pulled by those bad soldiers.
"Bitch, who gave you the guts to step on me? Do you want to die?"
The soldier spat again, and the others laughed.