Chapter 221

Not far away, Ian eyed Icarus. "Come on, Malcolm," Ian urged, "Let's get out of here while we can!" Malcolm's expression shifted slightly. "Mr. Carter, what about that draft?" "Draft my ass! They're too busy worrying about Yvonne to care about the draft." Ian snapped. "But, Mr. Carter, what about the rights to Celestite ore? Aren't you worried Mr. Gaudin will come looking for us?" Malcolm asked with a wary tone. "What's there to worry about? Back in Willowton, we run the place. Let Romulus try to come for me—he'll pay a heavy price if he does!" Ian's voice turned dark. "Mr. Carter, I still don't think it's wise. Mr. Gaudin's abilities may be beyond what we can handle," Malcolm cautioned, a flicker of fear in his eyes. He remembered how Icarus had pummeled the Stormgorge—a beast supposedly immune to even lightning strikes—with his bare hands, smashing a hole in its head. And after taking it down, Icarus hadn't even broken a sweat, as if it was a light workout. This showed that