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51 . BOYCOTTS

Liur Adnan was swallowed perfectly, breaking through his choked throat. The monsters

inside his head was brutal, scrambling to laugh and cry at the same time. What Adnan didn't want happened, even when he had only one goal here.

Erick's behind that door and he has to get in. However, the man who was now dealing with him messed up everything.

The man should be on the battlefield right now and waging military aggression. Why is he here?

Do Megan and the others not know? Didn't Oscar know that either? Or ….

No. gabe. Adnan can't be a pessimist this second. No matter what the circumstances were, he wouldn't know what was going on behind that door right now. Is there an Erick or something else that might make the contents of his mind pop.

Meanwhile, the two souls who were adrift in age far enough to meet each other. Between the commander and former captain of the western alliance. What a terrible competition considering the two had worked together—although Adnan was forced to.

The brown-haired man smiled cynically at the 17-year-old youth who was standing not far away from him. He ruffled his waist, then sighed.

“Do you think I'll just leave the base?” tanyanya started a conversation.

Adnan remained silent.

“Who sent you here?” ask the man again. “Sebastian Morgan?” He smiled wryly. “You

easy to use.”

This time, Saliva Adnan gulped.

“Do you think you can trust the man's words while there?” The man returned to voice. One hand held up an envelope that was clearly a warrant from Morgan given to Adnan before he left.

“Junk will remain trash.”

Adnan's jaw stiffened for a moment. His hands clenched tightly. His gaze could not be separated from the man.

“You are just like your father,” said the man. “You are all trash that should have decomposed ... in the ground.”

The adrenaline hormone of the black-haired youth was spurred extremely intensely, making his heartbeat roar sharply.

Everything about the memory of the figure that the man had just called back flashed in his memory.

The man tore up Morgan's warrant and scattered it like a bunch of garbage from a butterfly's dried-up wings. “You want me to be this paper tear, ‘kan?” he said with a grit etched on his lips. “Try it! If you don't want to lose that friend you love so much ...”

Adnan's teeth were grinding. The hand in the gun he was carrying stretched. He slipped the gun back into its sheath at the waist, then sighed.

“Frederick Hubert.”

The man who felt called was only slightly shaken his head with a grin of ambiguity. A few minutes later, he ran towards Adnan, swinging a raw bogem which the young man later denied. He rotated again, making a movement to lock Adnan's movement. The 17-year-old managed to hold it in until their hands held each other back. The two different colored beads were sharp-faced.

“I'll avenge everything, Hubert,” growled Adnan.

Hubert just grimaced and chuckled in response. He pushed and released his hand on the arm

Adnan, then back floated the movement on the martial technique he had learned. Unfortunately, it became a worthy opponent for Adnan. The young man slammed until his body landed on one side of the wall. His left lip was broken.

Adnan got up soon. He ran towards Hubert and directly floated a raw bogem to the former

that commander. Hubert managed to dodge, but when Adnan spun around and locked onto one arm, a crushing blow was received by the man. He took a few steps back because the punch hit the corner of the lips.

Not enough to get there. Adnan ran, jumped in a spinning motion and landed his feet on

the brown-haired man's temple was slammed. The young man was still standing, preparing for everything that Hubert could imagine next. The man seemed to turn around with his already muddled face. He grimaces.

“You are still excited apparently after losing your father,” hissed Hubert.

Adnan's emotions are almost provoked, but he's trying to control it. He keeps remembering

Hubert is back in action. He ran and came back to fight with the young man who was the same age as his son. The punches and kicks repeatedly landed on his face and body, making him fall unconscious. Hubert wiped away the blood that ran down the corner of his lips and eyes. However, before he got up, a voice made him fixate.

The man grinned at the blue-eyed young man who was brandishing a revolver towards him.

“You won't get anything if you kill me now, young man,” he said.

Adnan was again silent. Hubert's words just had a point. Cosmo's higher-ups are hunting him now and if he kills him, it's not Hubert who will be imprisoned, it's him.

“Why?” ask Hubert. “Why are you quiet?”

The young man set the rhythm of the breath. He pressed the button on the earphone and spoke; “That person is in front of me now.”

***

The conditions on the battlefield were completely chaotic. As if nothing was disfiguring, everything seemed to attack

brutally. Moreover, the eastern alliance army was like being forced to retreat this time.

Morgan with his iron bird flew with some of his troops. He was grimaced by the pattern of assaults being waged by the current western alliance forces. The desire to shoot at his own herd was mounting. However, the man was still trying to restrain himself.

Suddenly a loud crackling sound was heard in his earphones. Not yet Morgan spoke, the voice of a man interrupted him.

“He is not in the team.”

The man's bead is patterning. He checked the dashboard screen for a moment, then hit the dashboard with his fist.

“Job!!!”

Silent mood. The war continues down there. Morgan still managed his breathing that had

hunt down. He's whining.

“I'll clean up the one here first,” he said later.

***

Adnan was still brandishing his gun towards the brunette man. His blue eyes stared hard. Instead of being frightened, Hubert giggled.

“What's with your face, huh?” ask the man. He looked at the young man in front of him. “Are you still not satisfied I've poured into Cosmo? Want me to throw it again?”

Hubert squealing. He turned his face for a moment, then looked back at the young man. “You should have died like your father,” he said. “What do you want from this broken world, huh? Of peace? Is that as important as love for you?”

Adnan's breath escaped just like it was fused together with the atmosphere of the corridor. “Where is Erick?” tanyakanya.

The brunette guy just smirked.

“Then one more time. Where is Erick?” Adnan raised his intonation a little growling.

However, Hubert only giggled as if there was no burden on his shoulders. He took a deep breath and stared

straight 17-year-old boy.

“You want me to tell you about your friend?” tanyakanya. “You want me to tell you about ... my son?”

Adnan's forehead is slightly wrinkled. The focus is sharper when the grin of the man in front of him widens. The man chuckled for a moment.

“Frederick Add ... is dead.”

***