Chapter 297

For the Gytral District soldiers, being forced to adopt a humiliating posture on the ground was the ultimate humiliation. But with Fergus' life in Steven's hands, they had no choice. If anything happened to Fergus, Jordan's infamous temper would ensure they faced severe consequences. Fergus, his voice quavering with fear and authority, barked commands at them, "What are you waiting for? Drop those guns and get down like he said!" Reluctantly, the Gytral District soldiers dropped their guns and lay down, imitating turtles without daring to lift their heads. Steven steered the car away from the retirement home, leaving behind a tense silence among the Gytral District soldiers who dared not intervene or give chase. "Are you going to let me go now?" Fergus' voice trembled from the passenger seat, his face drained of color. "Look at you, all scared with no backbone." Steven sneered without a trace of empathy. "I've been through hell and back in my military days, took my knocks. Now m