Not only Hubert, but the two men beside him.
Rose, Boer, and even the guards standing by were all stunned.
They never dreamed that this seemingly young Lord could be so decisive and ruthless!
He didn't even need their confession!
Lynn's tall figure stood straight, gazing down at the long-haired man, "A count of ten!"
Feeling the oppressive aura from the young Lord.
Hubert's body involuntarily trembled, yet he still asked in horror, "Lord, what count of ten?"
Lynn spoke calmly, "Ten."
"Lord, we came to join you!"
"Nine."
Hubert continued unwillingly, "Lord, if you don't welcome us, we can leave now!"
"Eight."
"Lord, what do you mean by this?"
"Seven."
Hubert's face stiffened, and his eyes quickly darted around.
"Six."
Hubert continued, "Lord, we're leaving now."
In his words.
He wanted to stand up.
However, a blood-stained scimitar fell upon his shoulder.
Hubert even felt the sticky, moist sensation at his neck.
He knew it was Crab's blood.
"Five!"
