Reynolds' Plan

"Damn it, can't they just let me recover?" Reynolds complained while gulping down a bottle of tonic. 

"Crap! Why don't they make these things sweet?" He complained before tossing the vial away, irritated by his current situation. 

He prepared himself while wiping the blood that was on the side of his mouth from the previous battle. 

He stayed in the cave for as long as he could so he could recover some more before stepping out. Staying inside the cave wouldn't be good for him. 

When he stepped outside, he saw three men standing mid-air. 

"Hmph! Just come with us calmly," The man in the middle said coldly. His hands were behind him. 

"Why don't you fight me one on one if you know you're powerful?" Reynolds demanded coldly, annoyed by the people standing in front of him. 

"Heh! I'm not a child, boy, surrender peacefully, and I'll plead with the Emperor to make sure it doesn't hurt when you're being killed," The man smirked.