Chapter 185: The Schemes Of Societies Upper Echelons.
"I own a musket for building defence since that is what the young master intended."
"A bunch of ruffians break into the corridor leading to our server room."
"What the devil?!"
"As I grab my powdered wig, Brown Bess rifle."
"Put a golfball sized hole through the head of the first man he is dead on the spot."
"Draw my pistol with my guards on the other men and shoot them because they are still shocked at our presence."
"I have to resort to negotiations to get them to surrender."
"Tally ho lads."
"My negotiations make them surrender, giving us the leverage we require to wrap up all this unpleasantness."
"Just as the young master intended."
Soren Hunt, Captain of James Larant’s security and personal guard.
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