Hayden exhaled a long, deep breath. He shot up from where he was and dashed from the back of the hill to the front. "Follow me!" He turned his head and ordered as he galloped.
He appeared in front of Byron within a blink of an eye, Zamian and his men were taken aback by the sudden appearance and took a few steps back.
Hayden had quite a bond with the other two men. Sure, the two men hesitated but they eventually followed closely behind him. Since both Isaiah and Hayden were gone, it would be embarrassing if they stayed behind by themselves.
They sighed resignedly and followed closely behind. Upon seeing Hayden, Byron exclaimed as if he had found his savior, "Junior Hayden!"
Hayden nodded and strode next to Byron without saying a word. He straightened his back and stood closely beside Byron, it was obvious that he was here as his backup.
Zamian frowned as Hayden's appearance was completely unforeseeable. It would have been fine if it was just Hayden, but he had three men with him. They were definitely at disadvantage now that Byron had four extra helping hands.
Even if the four of them were not as powerful as him,
they could still win by sheer quantity. Zamian thought as his face darkened into an ugly shade.
Ever since Hayden heard their quarrel, he had despised Zamian's guts.
Hayden sneered, his tone cold as the Antarctic, "Is everyone in the Corpse Pavilion as despicable as you? Shamelessly claiming something that others had attained with their sweats and blood as your own.
Even using some pathetic, baseless excuse! Such an abhorrent act, I can't even stand to look at your revolting face!"
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor