Fabian liked what he heard from Timothy, and a pleased grin was plastered on his face as he said, "Young Master Drake, you're being too gracious. I should be the one to show you hospitality as thanks. I heard that you've fired this bodyguard for my son? How should I repay your kindness?"
Fed up with how these men were acting, Fane snapped, "Who's hosting who later has nothing to do with me. You should transfer the promised one billion to me before I lose my patience."
Cadmus was taken aback momentarily at Fane's boldness, but it soon disappeared as he smirked. “Young man, you're quite the talker. How dare you speak to us like that after you know that I’m a marshal?" Fane laughed haughtily. "Haha! Why should I be courteous to a marshal who can't tell right from wrong? And you’re just a marshal. You’re not worthy of me treating you courteously."
"Dear me, you're extremely hard-headed!" Cadmus balled his fists tightly and
smirked. "If that's the case, let's see if your head is harder than my fists!”
He immediately stepped forward and rushed toward Fane, his first aimed right at him.
Fane’s smirk dropped from his face when h e saw the man charging right at him.
Scoffing, Fane clenched his fists tightly and aimed one right for Cadmus.
Cadmus was startled when Fane was not even attempting to dodge. 'He’s not evading my attack?!' Of course, his surprise did not last long before his smirk returned.
Cadmus was not backing down either as he continued to charge at Fane.
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