The Berserk Lion felt as if his mouth and nose were on the verge of being torn asunder. Amidst the excruciating pain, he found himself unable to utter a sound.

Everyone present could hear the harsh, grating sound of bones cracking, and they all shuddered involuntarily. They had clearly provoked a truly formidable individual!

"Cease this! He no longer desires to engage in combat!" Norman attempted to answer on behalf of the Berserk Lion.

Glen regarded the Berserk Lion, whose struggles were growing increasingly intense, and inquired, "Is that truly the case?"

With his mouth obstructed, the Berserk Lion could only emit a series of muffled whimpers.

"Oh, I nearly forgot. You're unable to respond."

Glen, as if just recollecting, released his hold on the Berserk Lion.

The latter promptly slumped to the ground, seated, with his hands clasped over his mouth and nose. His upper body swayed unsteadily, a clear indication of his profound agony.

Warm blood seeped through his fingers.

"Do you still wish to fight?" Glen asked.

The Berserk Lion, jolted as if struck by an electric shock, vigorously shook his head in a display of abject terror.

Glen then turned his gaze towards the other female warrior. The woman's legs gave way beneath her, and she sank to the ground, also shaking her head in refusal.

This scene would be indelibly etched in the memories of these mercenaries.

The low-ranking mercenaries had never before witnessed their three leaders in such a humiliating and disgraced state, and this realization was particularly impactful for them.

At the onset, when the three leaders initiated their attack, these underlings had even contemplated seizing an opportunity to launch a surprise assault. However, they were taken aback by the swiftness of the defeat.

"I'm imparting a lesson to you today. In the future, refrain from being so arrogant. I've been rather lenient. At the very least, you all remain alive. Had it been someone with a more volatile temper, perhaps all of you present would have perished."

As Glen spoke, he made his way to the deer-drawn cart, and everyone instinctively gave him a wide berth.

Leaping onto the cart, he added, "I'm truly puzzled as to how you've managed to survive until now, especially you, and you, and you."

He pointed in succession at the three individuals who had just attacked him.

The three individuals thus singled out dared not meet his gaze.

"With such meager strength, what grounds do you have for arrogance?" His tone was laced with derision.

An indescribable sense of shame welled up within the hearts of these mercenaries, particularly among the three who had been so brash earlier.

Reflecting on their initial thoughts and actions, they felt like utter buffoons, and they wished they could vanish into the ground out of sheer embarrassment.

"Ah, yes." Glen paused as he grasped the reins. "You haven't captured a great number of passersby, have you? Release them immediately."

The mercenaries exchanged furtive glances, and Norman bellowed, "What are you waiting for?! If any of you have captives, go and set them free at once! Don't force me to discover it on my own!"

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Several mercenaries who had hoped to take advantage of the situation immediately scurried back to the camp, including the two who had initially intercepted Glen.

Norman vowed to conduct a thorough rectification of the mercenary group upon their return. If they were to provoke another such powerful adversary in the future, he would be beside himself with frustration.

Ordinarily, these subordinates were prone to engaging in petty acts of deception and embezzlement. As managers, they typically turned a blind eye, as long as no lives were lost.

In a short while, several civilians and merchants, their faces etched with fear, were led out.

They were utterly bewildered as to what was transpiring, and some of them even pleaded in hushed tones.

"Return their possessions to them." Glen's voice drifted over softly.

The mercenaries, naturally dared not disobey, promptly returned all the items that had been seized.

Upon seeing their belongings restored and realizing that the mercenaries intended to release them, the victims' fear transformed into elation.

Just as they were about to express their gratitude, Norman quickly intervened to explain that it was Glen who had saved them.

Only then did these civilians and merchants turn their attention to Glen, showering him with profuse expressions of gratitude.

Glen harbored a deep aversion to such displays and said impatiently, "All right, all right. Be on your way. It was merely a small act of kindness."

Just as he was about to drive away, a voice, both unfamiliar and vaguely recognizable, emerged from the crowd:

"Dylan... Is that you?"

Glen halted his actions and turned around.

A woman, cradling a child in her arms, stepped forward. Her features bore a faint resemblance to Glen's, yet they were more gentle and refined.

"Danni?!" Glen was utterly astonished.

What was the original owner's sister doing here?! Could it be that she was seeking the original owner?!... He was both taken aback and deeply perplexed.

The woman before him was named Danni Nibankru, the second sister of the original owner. The original owner had an elder brother, two elder sisters, a younger brother, and a younger sister.

This second sister was known to have settled in the Tanks Kingdom with her husband after they parted ways. The original owner had paid little heed to the specific address and thus had no recollection of it.

Before the original owner had settled down, he had occasionally received letters from his siblings, but he had seldom taken the time to read them. He had only replied sporadically and eventually ceased responding altogether.

After establishing residence in Bayek, he had received no further correspondence from them.

Danni gently set down the child in her arms and rushed forward to embrace Glen.

Glen quickly alighted from the cart to reciprocate.

Danni clung to him tightly, as if pouring all her strength into the embrace.

"It's truly you..." Tears streamed down her face.

Glen, at a loss for what to do, could only gently return the embrace.

This was someone else's family member, someone else's sister. He found it impossible to resonate with this sudden outpouring of familial affection.

Danni inhaled deeply, taking in Glen's scent, and felt that the hardships she had endured in recent days were somewhat alleviated.

She held him for an extended period before finally releasing her grip. Cupping Glen's face in her hands, she said, "You look so much better than before."

She then stroked Glen's arm. "You've also grown much stronger. You relocated without notifying us. We couldn't even send you letters. We were terribly worried."

"Forgive me..." Glen could only offer this simple apology.

Just then, a young voice sounded from behind, "Mommy..."

Danni wiped away her tears, turned around, and lifted her child into her arms. She then said to Glen, "Dylan, look. This is my son, Ricky. Ricky, say hello to your uncle."

"Uncle," the little boy obediently called out.

Glen gently patted the little boy's head and asked Danni, "Why are you here? And how did you end up being captured by them?"

The mercenaries in the distance were so terrified that their legs trembled. They had actually captured the relative of this fearsome individual. They feared that their lives were forfeit.

Norman fervently wished he could execute those mercenaries responsible for the capture on the spot. Now, they were all suffering as a result of their actions.

"I..." Danni seemed to be deliberating on how to begin. Finally, she said, "Since we hadn't heard from you for so long, we decided to visit your former residence a few days ago. We discovered that someone else was living there. So, we made inquiries along the way and ended up in a town called Dudd. And then..."

And then they had encountered the demon invasion... Glen could already surmise the rest of the story.

"What about Paris? Why isn't he with you?"

Paris was Danni's husband, a slightly portly middle-aged man and a merchant of some means.

At the mention of her husband, Danni appeared somewhat ill at ease and said, "He... He's extremely busy with his affairs, so..."

"Daddy doesn't want us anymore..." Ricky interjected.

"Ricky, don't speak nonsense! Daddy was merely scaring us!" Danni admonished the child sternly.

The little boy buried his head in his mother's embrace.

But Glen had already grasped the situation. In a cold voice, he said, "Did he cast you out?"