Chapter 941 Mr. Hall, One Should Not Be So Greedy
Brady lifted his gaze calmly, meeting Miles' challenging stare. His lips curled slightly, showing no fear. "What game are we playing?"
"This game might need a bigger bet, Mr. Hall," Miles said, stepping forward in his military boots. He jumped gracefully from the high platform, landing perfectly about five feet in front of Brady. His eyes were unreadable as he spoke in a neutral tone.
"Since I'm already here, it looks like I don't have much of a choice but to bet, right?" Brady scoffed lightly, his eyes scanning Miles' face. "What exactly are we betting on?"
Miles took his time, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he pointed to the iron cages on either side. "See those cages, Mr. Hall? We'll have a fight. If you win, you get to pick one person from the cages to take with you."
"And if you lose, all the women in those cages are mine," Miles said, lifting his chin slowly. "Do you accept the bet?"
"Who's in the cages?" Brady's eyes darkened, the flickering flames around the sacrificial site casting a cold light in his gaze.
"Mr. Hall, you're smart enough to guess who's in those cages," Miles said, starting to flex his fingers slightly.
Brady could indeed guess who was in the cages.
Violet and Julie.
But he needed confirmation.
"Miles, isn't betting on just one person a bit too small?" Brady's voice was low and steady.
Miles raised an eyebrow, his expression becoming inscrutable in the firelight. "Mr. Hall, you can't be too greedy."
"I'm giving you a chance. Win, and you can leave with your people and one person from the cages. If you push for more, we have nothing to discuss."
Brady pondered, his eyes fixed on Miles.
"Lance is already dead. There's no need to go to extremes," Brady said slowly.
Miles responded with a cold, sinister laugh that seemed to shake him to his core.
Around them, the base members who heard Brady's words also laughed coldly.
This place was a land of savagery.
Reuben was their spiritual pillar. Whoever killed him would face their wrath.
Miles stopped laughing and continued, "Mr. Hall, I'm not from Crestoria. I don't understand your Crestorian morals. All I know is, someone killed my uncle... so what if Lance's throat was slit?" Miles' parents had died in an accident when he was young, and he had lived with his uncle Reuben ever since.
To Miles, Reuben was not just a father figure but his lifelong goal.
"We want to kill all his relatives."
"To use his sister's blood to honor my uncle's spirit."
"So, Mr. Hall, your preaching doesn't work on me. I'm only asking if you're willing to bet."
Brady's eyes darkened. If he didn't bet, he would have no chance at all.
After a brief silence, he spoke, "I'll bet, but I hope you keep your word."
"Of course. Our rule here is that the winner decides," Miles said, pressing his tongue against his teeth, his fingers in black wrist guards flexing and relaxing.
Preparing for the duel with Miles.
"Alright, I agree to the bet. But before we start, I need to see the people I brought," Brady said firmly.
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