After that, Fane turned and shot Alfred a look. Alfred nodded before he rolled up his sleeves and walked to the three of them in excitement. Not bothered with doing things like this, he slowly walked to Frederick, followed by Rudy.
Fane had just been about to say something when he was interrupted by an unhappy voice, "Did you need to do that? What was the point of putting on a show in front of us? Was it fun acting?"
The person who spoke was Conor, who was heavily injured on the ground. He was helped up by Trent and was walking over when he accused Fane loudly. Fane looked at Conor incredulously.
Conor sounded terribly slighted, as though Fane owed him a hefty amount of money. His tone even baffled Trent, who stared at Conor incredulously. How could he dare to speak to Fane in that tone?
Frederick frowned unhappily. As the leader of their group, he had to speak up when the time was right. "Conor, are you dizzy? What act are you talking about? How could you say something like that? I saw you crumble on the ground with heavy injuries just now. You must've hit your head. You should just take some rest."
Conor's face was incredibly dark when he heard that. He scoffed and said nonchalantly, "It seems like you just go wherever suits you. You didn't have this attitude before this, but you're now lecturing me. You seem to think you're being very reasonable, but am I wrong?
"Was Fane not putting on a show from the start? If we knew that he was this strong, how could we have sent him to stand guard? We wouldn't have suffered all of this, and I wouldn't have been heavily injured!"
As he said that, Conor glared at Fane viciously as if he was the one who wronged him, as though his injuries were all due to Fane. He looked at Fane with anger and hatred, rendering Fane speechless.
With how Fane was, he would not
have bothered with Conor if he remained quiet by the side. After all, Fane's time was valuable, and he did not want to waste any time on useless people like Conor, Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.
Conor would be dealt with by someone else eventually, anyway.
Yet, Conor was even trying to cause him trouble at that moment, acting so proudly that those who did not know the situation would have thought that he was the one who defeated the three masked men.
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Rudy was so angry he was at a loss for words.
He curled up his fists and rushed forward, pointing at Conor. "Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to know what Fane's level is? He never 'acted' from the start!
"Why don't you just call yourself
ignorant? You can't even see further
than your own nose! You're full of problems but just love talking about others. You should just shut your mouth, or you'll end up no better than those three."
When Conor heard that, not only was he not scared, but he even started to laugh. Even Fane was confused by the way he was acting.
Did Conor think that he would let him go no matter what he said?
Frederick frowned as he grabbed Conor's arm. "Can you not talk so much? Are you trying to kill yourself here? Do you want someone to do it for you?"
Conor pulled his arm away as he looked at Frederick in disdain. He mentally rebuked the man and thought him to be a person that would latch onto whoever was stronger.