Chapter 403 Wrecking Havoc (1/2)

”Hmph!”

Rhode's expression slightly changed after hearing the mercenary's report. He quickly stood up and apologized to Lilia and the other emissaries.

”My apologies, Miss Lilia. It seems that we will need to reschedule our discussions.”

Rhode's expression sunk and left the living room. After Rhode turned the corner, Lilia and the others exchanged astonished looks with one another before following Rhode closely.

”Where's your sissy leader? Get him here!”

As soon as Rhode exited the main door, he could hear a scream from the courtyard. Rhode twitched his brows and stepped out without any expression. After exiting the stronghold, Rhode witnessed a few mercenaries groaning in pain as they laid on the ground. The door had been pushed haphazardly to the side and landed crookedly in the courtyard. At the entrance of the courtyard stood three men. They each dressed in different styles and their faces were filled with ill-intentions.

Rhode knew the man in the middle was Rosen's son. It seemed like Rosen's wife was devoted to him and didn't sleep with other men. If not, his son wouldn't look so similar to Rosen. It was as if Rosen's face was printed onto him. However, as his son was much younger, he didn't have the unflustered expression of his father and what replaced it was a young brashness. He wore the unique costume of the Southern merchants with a black steel sword hanging around his waist. It seemed that this guy came prepared.

On his left stood a man dressed as a warrior. Just his height was enough to scare others out of their wits. This man was half a body taller than Rhode, towering at around 2.6 meters! He couldn't even be considered as a human, but more so as a giant. And hanging behind this giant was a three meters long sawtooth giant sword. Not to mention its sharpness, just the looks of it was enough to scare someone to death.

The other man on the right was a Mage. A Mage who complied with standards. He wore a large robe and a pointy hat. His expression revealed superiority and uniqueness as he lifted his chin and scanned everyone like they were nothing more than rats and termites.

Finding trouble with me?

At this moment, Rhode's expression sunk and the anger in his heart began to burn. It seemed that this bunch of bastards wasn't frightened enough during the Midsummer Festival and dared to find trouble in my turf. They must be sick of living!

”Yo, the rat finally crawled out of its tiny hole?”

The man in the middle sneered and mocked Rhode as he stepped out. Behind that man, a crowd was gathered. After all, it was rare in Deep Stone City for someone to wreak havoc in someone else's turf. Furthermore, it was Starlight's turf that they were messing with, which flabbergasted many mercenaries.

At this moment, Rhode's expression couldn't get gloomier and the other party seemed very satisfied with that. He lifted his head and proudly looked down and Rhode.

”What's wrong? Afraid? I think, you still don't know who I am. I am…”

”I know who are you just from your looks.”

Rhode interrupted the man's words.

”You are that old fart, Rosen's, son. Oops…”

Rhode suddenly paused and tapped on his head.

”I'm sorry for the mistake. Rosen is dead and I should've picked my words properly.”

The crowd couldn't help but laugh at Rhode's terrific comeback. At this moment, the crowd understood the intent of their visit and didn't have favorable impressions of them either. As for Rosen's death, they wouldn't sympathize at all. Just like Rhode had said, in the eyes of the Northerners, Rosen was a demon who oppressed them. Now that the demon was dead, they couldn't be any happier. Now that this bunch of demon rascals wanted to seek revenge, what did it have to do with them?

”Hmph!”

Little Rosen snorted at the crowd's laughter and shifted his gaze towards Rhode furiously.

”I'm not here today to talk glibly with you.”

”You'd better not.”

At this moment, Rhode's expression had sunk to his lowest.

”If you're here to talk glibly and that's why you damaged my door and injured my men… Then you will not have a good time.”

Little Rosen displayed a struggling expression. But shortly after, he unveiled a smile.