210 Public Apology (1/2)

Jack looked back to the princes, who were no longer feeling so confident. ”Since you've troubled not only the members of my party but my wives as well, normally, I wouldn't think too hard about sparing you, but I'll be nice today. Begone!”

Prince Tyrel growled, ”You… That woman is betrothed to me, so I won't be leaving without her!”

”And what relationship do you have with her? I don't see why you would want to become an enemy of both Maltor and Fulken?” added the Fulken prince.

”And you want to be enemies with me?” Jack smiled coldly, not hiding his malicious intent.

The guards all frowned, unhappy with the princes' behavior. Clearly, they were in the wrong and the entire crowd could understand that. And now that it involved the rising hero and his wives, this was beyond what it ever should have been.

”I'm going to give you till the count of five to be out of my sight,” stated Jack in a crystal-clear tone. ”If I can still see you by then, I'll take it that you want to fight. One…”

”Your highness, please, reconsider,” a guard whispered to the Fulken prince.

”Nonsense! He wouldn't dare to be that stupid!” laughed the prince.

The Maltor prince also chuckled. ”I'm curious, just how ballsy is this guy I've hear so much about. If he's not too strong, then maybe I will take his wife. That way, I won't have to share.”

”Your highness!”

Infuriated, Jack yelled, ”Five!” He then vanished without a trace like before.

”See, he just ran away-- AAAAAHHH!!”

The Maltor suddenly cried in pain, grabbing at his wrist to feel for the hand that was no longer there.

On the ground laid the prince's hand, pouring blood onto the ground.

”Sorry, it seems that I skipped a few numbers. I got a little riled up and got ahead of myself. Here, let's restart the count. One…”

Jack, who had reappeared behind the Maltor prince, was now casually walking back to the center of the circle, unfazed by the stares of the guards or the crowd.

”Two…”

Both Prince Tyrel and the Fulken prince were wearing ugly faces. This was beyond anything they expected.

”Aaahhh… You… You dared do this to me!” shouted the Maltor prince. ”Guards kill him!”

”But sir--”

”I said kill him!”

”That won't be necessary.”

All eyes went back to Argyle. Thanks to Jack's shocking antics, they had forgotten all about the unfathomable man who had arrived with Jack.

”So, you talked lightly about my daughter and are now threatening my son-in-law… If I didn't know any better, I would guess that Fulken, Maltor, and Zuran don't want to participate in this year's annual auction.”

All guards froze on the spot, completely reevaluating their impressions of Argyle.

Prince Tyrel also froze, not daring to move after he realized who Argyle was. He also cursed his terrible luck.

Still in the heat of the moment after losing his hand, the Maltor Prince wasn't so easily calmed. ”What!? That's ridiculous! We, the Maltor Kingdom, are one of the three strongest kingdoms! You can't just kick us out, especially after what that despicable man has done.”

”Your highness--”

”It's too late!” The Maltor prince retrieved a dazzling red sword and charge toward Jack at full speed.

Staring coldly at the charging prince, Jack scoffed and shook his head. He didn't even bother reacting.

”I, Argyle Wittam, hereby declare that the Maltor Empire has violated the International Polt Treaty and shall not be allowed entry in this year's annual auction!”

As Argyle's voice filled not only the marketplace but the entire central portion of Federal City, the Maltor prince finally stopped. Only now did he realize what he had done.

”What is the meaning of this!”

Another shout was heard in the distance, responding to Argyle's shout.

The crowd was speechless, unsure of what was about to take place due to the prince's rash actions. But at the same time, they understood his anger after they saw Jack cut his hand off without any hesitation.

Soon, the crowd opened up again, letting a few select men enter the circle. Each of the men was dressed nobly, showing off their pinnacle social status.

The one with the ugliest face stared at Argyle. ”Explain yourself, Argyle!”