Chapter 81: Each Harboring Their Own Schemes

Norris and Bradford, these two men who used to call the shots within the Alliance and in Revival City, had utterly lost their composure.

"Damn that Mondok! Insisting on taking a hard line! He sent himself to his doom without due consideration, and now what are we to do? We've lost our army, and the city is under siege. We are all fish on the chopping block now!" Bradford, disheveled, looked both frenzied and panicked.

Yet, within his ranting, he kept stealing glances at Norris across from him.

Despite hearing Bradford's words, the aged Norris did not speak. Under his thick white hair and beard, the expression formed by his eyebrows and lips was one of deep gloom.