“Don’t cross the line, Louis Castro!”

Leslie Clarke frowned, seeing the sight.

“We’re all from the same circle here! Why are you pulling your gun out for?!

“Are you trying to cause a commotion here?!”

Edwin Mendoza showed an expression as cold as ice.

“Are you braindead?! Are you pointing your gun toward me?!”

“Pull the trigger then!

“If you don’t, I’ll make sure that you’ll sleep six feet under!”

No matter the case, Edwin was still a King of Arms who was brought up by the Sword Camp.

Even though Louis was a little well-known in the Dark Island, Edwin still was not as intimidated as the others.

He would have instantly forced his hand if it were not for the peace talk that day.

The only subordinate following Edwin instinctively took action, but the dark-skinned men close by all pulled out their firearms before pointing them right toward the group.

Naturally, those people were all mercenaries that Louis brought from the Dark Island. All of them lived their lives on the edge.