Chapter 120: Meeting Al-Kabal
Amos Morgan’s warm smile was familiar, yet he appeared more worn than before. Still, he smiled, his eyes wide with surprise at Vivian’s firearms, which remained aimed at the young men lying on the ground.
Vivian felt embarrassed and immediately retrieved her guns, making an awkward face as she greeted him with a short wave of her hand.
"That was... surprising." He looked around at the damage she had done. "Those kids, though, they were really harmless."
"I apologize to them and to you, Professor. I had no way of knowing it was you who invited me." Vivian offered a hand to the poor young man who was holding his bleeding mouth, saying, "Feel free to put the dentist’s bill on ViTech’s tab."
As she helped him up, Amos Morgan checked on the young woman who was knocked out cold, and the other two young men helped each other up. Then, two more young men walked out from where Amos came from and took their colleagues away.
"That was reckless of you, Vivian," Amos said.
"In these types of situations, asserting dominance is vital. Of course, I would have kept going if it weren’t you, Professor," she spoke respectfully.
"Lucky me, then." Professor Amos smiled but then continued, "That’s not what I meant, though. I was speaking about coming to this meeting from the beginning."
"So it wasn’t you who invited me. I assume," she frowned.
"Indeed. As a newcomer to this group myself, I was simply ensuring they didn’t overstep their bounds," he said, his voice clear but betraying a hidden depth of emotion.
"They did, didn’t they? Demanding the invitation from me was utterly rude," she said with a dissatisfied tone.