The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 3352

Frederick turned to look at the others and saw that both Len and Trent were confused as well. He then let out a slight cough and sighed helplessly. At that moment, he was not in a good position to walk forward and ask, having a feeling that Fane might not even answer him if he did.

Fane put the map into Mustard Seed with a smile before he walked toward the three.

As Fane was talking to Alfred, Rudy had run over and gathered the three individuals writhing on the floor. At this point, they had lost all rationality, and Rudy—allowed to do with them as he pleased—practically dragged all three to the same spot.

Fane walked over to the three of them, and with a wave of his hand, the energy in their bodies gradually slowed down. The pain decreased, and they slowly regained consciousness.

The first to sober up was the snake-masked man. The moment he did, his eyes fixated on Fane. He managed to collect himself, and while various ideas floated in his mind, all of them pointed to one thing—his days were numbered.

Fane would never let him go, so he would surely die.

Thinking about that, the snake-masked man let out a bitter smile, already conceding. Fane let out a laugh before he looked at the man. "I thought you'd beg for mercy."

Hearing that, the snake-masked man snorted and said, "Even if I kneel and beg you, you won't let me go anyway. I'm no idiot. If our places were swapped and I'm the one in your shoes, I wouldn't forgive you either. In the same way, you won't let me off no matter how much I beg. If that's the case, why would I waste my breath?"

Fane pursed his lips and nodded. "You're right. You seem much more logical than I thought. Even when you're staring at death, you're still level-headed. That's quite rare."

Staring at death.

These words slammed into the snake-masked man unforgivingly. He started to cough violently, looking like he was about to die at any moment. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Even if he did not check his body, he knew that his soul was almost entirely corrupted.

Unless he had a divine pill of sorts, he would not be able to survive the day.

The other two had regained their conscious thought as well. They looked at Fane in fear as all of their earlier arrogance disappeared.

The tiger-masked man pointed at Fane with a shaking finger. "You…lied about yourself!"

Fane rolled his eyes at this.

Excuses, again. Every time someone lost to him, excuse after excuse would come his way, and at this point, Fane was too lazy to argue after hearing so much.

He took out the two bottles that Alfred had given him, shaking the bottles in front of them. "What do you think these are?"

The three of them stiffened at the sudden question, looking to be on full alert. No matter what Fane did or said, it was definitely not to their benefit whatsoever.

The snake-masked man gulped. "How could we know what's inside? Just tell us. We're all sitting ducks for you to do whatever you want to, anyway."