Over ten seconds after Dean crawled up from the ground, Thales' expression was stiff.
What, ghost?
As time seemed to freeze, he slowly turned his eyes to look at Quick Rope, who was beside him.
Quick Rope also stared back at Thales in a daze.
On the other side of the tavern, Stake narrowed his eyes slightly and scrutinized the man who crawled out of the sack. "That is …"
"Dean!" A cry of surprise answered Stake's question, and also destroyed Thales' final hope of getting lucky.
Many people turned their heads around and saw a shocked Tampa.
The owner of My Home pointed at Dean, then at Thales and Quick Rope, who were smiling awkwardly. His tone fluctuated.
"Why are you there …"
Dean didn't answer.
He staggered as he held onto the chair and leaned against the bar counter, panting and coughing.
"Fuck," Dean cursed again.
It was obvious that many of the mercenaries knew Dean's men. In an instant, a low-key commotion broke out in the inn.
The leaders of the three parties quickly exchanged glances, confirming that the strange phenomenon at this moment was not caused by the other party.
During the brief moment of chaos, Thales and Quick Rope bent their backs and lowered their heads in tacit understanding. They moved closer to each other.
The two of them stared at each other, all sorts of feelings welling up in their hearts.
Thales parted his lips slightly and gestured at Dean with his chin.
"Hey, I thought you killed him?"
Quick Rope was also like a puppet. He stiffened his chin and answered softly with a fake smile on his face.
"It's my first time, so I might not be familiar with it …"
Thales was exasperated.
"You call this' unskilled '?"
The commotion around them continued.
Quick Rope tried to argue weakly.
"Nicholas told me that I only need to twist him for three seconds …"
Thales was in disbelief.
"You didn't check it afterwards?"
Quick Rope quirked an eyebrow.
"But you're the one who put him in …"
Thales' aura froze, and he looked embarrassed.
"He's clearly not breathing …"
Quick Rope changed his dejected demeanor, and his face instantly turned fierce.
"Not breathing doesn't mean …"
But when the two of them argued in low voices, they both felt their hearts palpitate!
They both looked up.
As expected, both of them saw Dean, who had just recovered from his injuries.
The secret agent of the Secret Room panted and stared coldly at the two people who had been petrified.
His gaze was chilling.
Thales and Quick Rope stiffened again.
In the indescribable atmosphere, Quick Rope shrugged unnaturally and waved his hands. His tone was awkward.
"Hey, Dean, I'm glad to see you … I mean, you're here too … Err, I mean, that … Good evening, shall we have a drink?"
Dean stared at him. His gaze was complicated, and he swallowed the rest of Quick Rope's words.
Thales sighed.
"When did you wake up?"
Dean looked at Thales with a cold expression.
"When you were picking the lock," he said coldly.
Both of them froze again, and they could only smile awkwardly.
But this was not the most embarrassing thing.
A loud cough interrupted the whispers in the tavern.
"Done."
Ricky, the leader of Blood Whistle, raised his hand gently and pointed at Thales and Quick Rope.
Both of them felt a chill run down their spines.
"Our two guests, what did you just say?" Ricky looked at Thales and Quick Rope with a contemplative expression.
"As members of the Secret Room, are you in cahoots with Dean?"
Thales and Quick Rope froze.
Dean snorted coldly at the right time.
Masked Man beside Ricky snorted softly and said, "That sack is probably in cahoots with you."
"Heh heh heh …" Quick Rope kicked the damn sack away, looked around, and laughed awkwardly and dryly.
Stake raised his eyebrows slightly, while Lasalle's gaze was solemn.
"Even if you're doing this to survive …"
Ricky sighed and said, "I have to say, even in my many years of life, I've never seen such a lousy liar.
I've never seen such a lousy liar. "
At that moment, whether it was Ricky, Klein, Masked Man, Stake, Lasalle, or the various mercenaries in the tavern, after sizing up the disheveled Dean in amazement, they cast their gazes on the two princes again.
Their gazes were filled with surprise, puzzlement, doubt, wariness, and …
Deep disdain.
"Hmph." Marina snorted softly behind them. "And a failed thief."
Thales' face twitched. He awkwardly flashed Ricky a smile that was uglier than a crying face.
'My God.
Is there a hole in the ground? The kind that can fit a person? '
He desperately needed one right now.
Quick Rope looked at the sky, as if he could pretend that he did not exist.
"So, Lasalle," Stake stared at Dean with a piercing gaze, "is he the 'informant' you mentioned?"
Lasalle stared at Dean from afar and nodded.
Ricky then focused his attention on Dean.
"Wow." Ricky clicked his tongue and shook his head. "You're really unexpected, Big Dean."
Dean lifted his cold gaze and glanced at Ricky warily. He then sized up the mercenaries around him.
"I always thought that you kept rejecting our invitation because of a lady," Ricky said with a smile. "Now I know, so …"
"It's because of another lady."
Dean snorted coldly and rubbed his neck, which had turned red.
"All of you really exceeded my expectations." He swept his gaze over Stake, Ricky, and Lasalle one by one. "Shadow Shield, Disaster Swords …"
Dean's gaze lingered on the last person for a very long time.
"And King Chapman."
Lasalle coughed with a tense expression. "All of this is for Eckstedt."
Dean snorted softly.
The tavern fell silent.
Thales watched their interaction and became anxious.
'This is bad.'
The lie he and Quick Rope made up at the last minute was exposed by the true culprit. And now, as long as Dean pointed it out …
'What should I do? What else can I do — '
* Clap, clap, clap. *
Ricky clapped his hands.
"Very good, Dean. I believe that you already understand the current situation, and no matter how you fell into the trap of these two thieves …"
He looked at Thales and Quick Rope, and his expression turned cold.
"Get rid of these two scumbags." Ricky waved his hand gently. There was a chilling tone in his voice.
"Let's get back to business."
'Get rid of them?'
Thales and Quick Rope's hearts skipped a beat at the same time.
They turned their heads in horror and looked at the mercenaries around them. Their expressions slowly turned from surprise to fierceness.
In the next second, Marina and Shawn snorted coldly and pulled out their weapons together with the five or six mercenaries around them!
'Damn it.'
Thales and Quick Rope looked around. Their faces turned pale, and they subconsciously took a step back. Their backs were pressed against each other.
"Have you had enough acting, boy?" Marina's expression was cold. She spun the two swords in her hands.
"It's time for the curtain call."
The mercenaries pressed forward with a murderous aura.
In the next moment, Thales and Quick Rope felt a weight on their shoulders!
* Clap! *
"Wait." A low but steady voice interrupted the aggressive footsteps of the mercenaries.
This time, it was Thales and Quick Rope's turn to be stunned.
They turned their gazes around and stared in disbelief at the man who stood between them.
"I don't want to fall into their hands." The bald Dean, who had just escaped death, had his hands firmly on their shoulders. With a solemn expression, he pushed them away and spoke in a barely audible whisper through gritted teeth, "I don't want to fall into their hands.
"Then, listen to me."
He did not hide the volume of his last sentence. It was filled with hatred and anger.
"You two damn bastards!"
Thales and Quick Rope were suddenly stunned. The former was deep in thought, while the latter lowered his head in embarrassment.
'That's right.'
Thales' heartbeat gradually steadied, and his thoughts suddenly became clear. 'This is still the bet I made before.
'The people in this tavern are not on the same side!'
Even on Eckstedt's side, King Chapman's people and the Secret Room's people had never been on the same side. They were wary of each other and did not trust each other.
Six years ago, the Secret Room did not stand on King Nuven's side.
Six years later, it was even more impossible for the Secret Room to be blindly loyal to King Chapman.
'And this is my chance!
'Madam Calshan, thank God!'
At this moment, Thales suddenly missed the Red Witch who had a friendly tone and a friendly smile. She claimed that she was not loyal to any family or the king, but only to Eckstedt. He was sincerely grateful for her persistence and independence.
He even hoped that at this moment, the Secret Room's power could be a little stronger, just like the Secret Intelligence Department.
The mercenaries in the tavern frowned.
Klein also stood up and placed his hand on his longsword, Darklight.
"What's wrong, Dean?" Ricky observed the changes in the scene and said coldly, "Is there a problem?"
Dean turned around and dragged the two behind him to face Ricky.
"They are my people," Dean said coldly in a tone that seemed as if he was keeping people at arm's length.
"It's not your turn to make a move."
Ricky's eyebrows twitched again.
Many people, including Stake, Lasalle, and the others, were surprised again.
Thales and Quick Rope, on the other hand, resisted the urge to tremble, look each other in the eye, and show any other reactions that might expose them. They lowered their heads slightly and looked dejected.
"Your people?"
Ricky looked as if he had discovered a new world. He sized up Thales and Quick Rope three times and could not help but laugh. "Why, are these two clowns really from the Secret Room?"
Dean extended his hand and pushed Thales and Quick Rope to sit on the chairs. He then sat down on another chair.
"As you can see.
"So, this is the Secret Room's internal affairs," he said coldly.
Stake narrowed his eyes and carefully scanned the three people.
Lasalle frowned.
"Why? Is it fashionable in the Secret Room to put their companions in a sack now?"
Dean looked up abruptly!
He looked at Lasalle and said sarcastically, "And King Chapman and his Black Sand Region are obviously putting moles in Eckstedt's intelligence agencies?"
Lasalle and Dean's gazes met in the air, and it was as if blades were clashing.
Stake coughed softly and patted Lasalle.
"So, Dean," Ricky's voice was still tense and full of suspicion, "you were stabbed in the back by your people?"
Everyone saw Dean shudder at that moment!
Thales and Quick Rope watched his back nervously.
The man touched his bald head and slowly turned around.
Dean stared at the two quiet princes with hatred. "Obviously, they are dissatisfied with their current positions and don't want to be under me. So when the opportunity comes, they want to take credit."
Thales forced an ugly smile.
"Bah!"
Dean spat on the ground. The anger on his face only increased. "But they didn't expect me to be quite resistant to the 'drug', and to have a way to escape. Isn't that right, Secca, and you, Quick Rope?"
Thales swore that Dean was absolutely sincere when he said that. He hated them.
But he was grateful for this moment.
"Haha, things have come to this, Dean." Thales imagined the Duke of Northern Territory's expression in Renaissance Palace. He pretended to look as if his secret had been seen through, and said casually, "I don't regret it. Kill me or torture me, it's up to you."
Dean suddenly stretched out his hand!
He grabbed Thales by the collar!
Thales felt a chill in his heart. Quick Rope, who was beside him, instinctively wanted to stop him, but Dean pushed him away with a backhand and grabbed him by the neck!
The mercenaries became nervous because of this sudden scene.
Shawn pulled his shield away and took a step forward. Marina also instinctively wanted to move forward, but Ricky suddenly stretched out his hand and ordered her to stay where she was.
The people in power in the tavern were watching this scene with cold eyes.
Dean grabbed Thales' collar with one hand and strangled Quick Rope's neck with the other. His eyes were burning.
Thales' expression was indifferent, as if he was facing death with equanimity.
'Anyway …
'I wasn't the one who strangled you just now.'
Quick Rope, who had a guilty conscience, stared at Dean in shock and bewilderment. He felt as if thousands of ants were biting his heart.
Dean's expression was terrifying. His face was contorted, as if the two people in front of him were his mortal enemies.
"Do you think that death is the worst thing that can happen to you?"
He said through gritted teeth. His gaze was fixed on Quick Rope. "You don't know that there are things in this world that are scarier than death."
Quick Rope's eyebrows twitched.
"This was all his idea, Dean. I was forced to do it." Quick Rope trembled and pointed at the indifferent Thales. He acted like an innocent farmer who was passing by a battlefield. "You know, Dean, you forced him too much … and I was forced …" Thales' expression was one of indifference.
Everyone frowned and looked at the trembling Quick Rope.
"Shut up, Quick Rope."
With complicated emotions, Dean suppressed the resentment and hatred in his heart and said meaningfully, "You're a coward who changes direction when the wind blows. The only reason why Madam kept you in the Secret Room is because you have a good family background. But she definitely did not expect that a good-for-nothing like you could be so 'ambitious'."
Quick Rope's expression froze.
He lowered his head, pretending to be sincere. He did not say a word.
After a moment, Dean, who had a terrifying expression on his face, seemed to have finally suppressed his anger and desire for revenge. He let go of the two people in hatred.
"It's not that simple. Both of you, the fate of traitors …" he said coldly.
"It will be handed over to Madam Calshan. She will decide it herself."
Thales and Quick Rope did not need to perform. They were already drenched in cold sweat.
But they were no longer afraid of Dean at that moment.
The tavern was silent. Only Dean and Quick Rope's intense panting could be heard.
Countless gazes were still locked on them.
"Hah." In the distance, Lasalle, who represented King Chapman, sneered.
"The Secret Room is really friendly and united."
Dean snorted coldly and did not care.
When he heard this, Thales felt inexplicably relieved.
'Fortunately.
At least …
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