Chapter 229: Wins and Losses (2)
Levin’s convoy was forced to a halt once they were also caught up by the traffic at one of the checkpoints. He roamed his eyes around and witnessed the rising tension in the area among the civilians. Some were shouting and cursing at the authorities, asking them to hurry up the process.
His eyes drooped, and his hands subconsciously clenched. Was this what you wanted, Father? He kept asking over and over, but none of his questions were answered.
While Levin was on his way to the possible location where he could meet his father, Spade was actually watching the chaos that was happening at the checkpoints. The moment that the reports rushed in, they had already reached Spade’s ears.
In his silence, Ace only stood by his side, but it could be noticed how there was sweat forming on the alpha’s forehead, yet he didn’t dare to leave his position, and all he could do was endure Spade’s pheromones that were tinged with dangerous pressure.
Although Spade kept a composed and calm demeanor on the surface, his heart had been burning with anger for a long time. His pheromones became thick and heavy as he suppressed his emotions.
This was also what he hated about his position. Spade couldn’t let the anger overtake his mind as he had to command the thousands of forces under him. His emotions shouldn’t get the best of him, or else it would be even more of a disaster, which he couldn’t afford.
He stared at the part of the monitor where the commotion at one of the checkpoints was playing, while at the side was one of the battlefields against the noble spy.
It was like a slap on the face—a terrible slap, even. Spade had truly detonated the chaos himself, and he was suffering the consequences firsthand. He didn’t regret his decision, as war was inevitable and he needed the upper hand the most.
However, seeing how the opening he orchestrated was only fighting against his land rather than the organization, he knew that the shadow of the leader was like a big rock that made him uncomfortable for some reason.
Spade steeled his heart; he was aware that this was only a small scale for more battles that had to come. And yet, he couldn’t be blamed for being so furious that he wished he was the one tracking the marquis instead.
To calm his nerves, he clenched and unclenched his left hand while also gripping it tightly from time to time. His eyes then shifted to the camera, where the location of the west National Road exit was reflected in his eyes.