Watching Adam's lightning-fast disappearing figure, his pursuers were somewhat frustrated.
The leader angrily threw his short sword to the ground, his lips trembling as he pointed at his men and cursed furiously.
"Eight people split into two groups to intercept, and yet a drunk managed to run off! He even partied all night last night!"
Though they were regretful, the missed opportunity wouldn't come again, and the ambushers could only leave quickly.
As they lamented, Adam ran with a body that felt like it was burning, a searing pain coursing through him.
He had no idea who these enemies were or who he had offended, but he knew they wanted him dead.
He was utterly enraged.
He asked himself if he had wronged anyone. Even when helping others at night, he was courteous, never treating distressed girls as playthings, and he never acted out drunkenly no matter where he drank.
Was this enough to offend people?
