Chapter 173
There were only about thirty people guarding the old marketplace. As I surveyed the area, I noted that the people of the past weren’t exactly adept at controlling their aura. Out of all the guards present, one individual stood out—Jackson. He was the only person I had found difficult to defeat.
I’ve already clashed with him a couple of times when I was still the only one here. He was a slippery bastard; every time I thought I had him cornered, he would do underhanded tricks and slip away. I had eventually ignored him, but with Edge here, I felt confident that he could take Jackson down.
"The subordinate leader, Jackson, should be inside. I’ll handle the small fries outside while you deal with him. I’ll support you from the back," I instructed, trying to keep my voice low.
Edge, however, seemed uninterested in my plan. "I don’t need your support," he replied casually, pulling out his Dragon Crescent Blade Spear. He spun it needlessly in the air, sending dirt and dust flying.
"Pfft!" I spat out the dirt that had managed to enter my mouth. "Hey! What are you doing?! You’re getting dirt in my mouth! Did you forget what I just said?!"
He was making unnecessary noise and drawing attention to us!
"Shut it," Edge shot back, his focus still on the spear.
"Don’t shut me up!" I was now frustrated, my patience wearing thin. "You got dirt in your mouth too, you know."
"...Cut the crap," Edge grumbled, though I could see the desire to spit out the dirt warring with his stubbornness.
Just then, we were interrupted by a deep voice echoing from the shadows, "Who’s there?"
Both of us snapped our heads toward the source of the voice. He was clearly one of the lackeys on patrol, and I realized that Edge’s antics had drawn us out into the open.