Chapter 421 Take What We Need

As expected of a hero of his generation, Carson Yorke’s speech was simple and concise, concealing nothing. Whatever his thoughts were, his mouth conveyed it out loud. The twenty-two lords exchanged glances. No one dared to stand up and be the first to leave. Tyr Summers was getting impatient. He casually picked up a blade and tossed it into the air. With a swoosh, the knife fell from the sky, stabbing right into the middle of the table. “We said you could leave. If you don’t go, in exactly thirty seconds, I’ll start cutting you open,” said Tyr, taking out his phone and starting a countdown. Finally, the first lord gritted his teeth and stood up. He saluted Carson before turning to leave, walking away quickly. Upon reaching the door, he deliberately looked back to see if anyone was chasing after him before hurrying away from the restaurant. When the others saw this and affirmed that Carson wasn’t kidding, everyone scurried away. Soon, the initially lively open-air restaurant