Betrayers' Alliance

The entire tavern fell silent once again.

"Dean?"

"Big Dean? Bald Dean?"

Ricky stroked his chin and said in sudden realization, "Dean from Dant's Greatsword—the quick-witted, highly skilled man with a bright future?"

Russell remained silent, while Fuse nodded in tacit admission.

"Your informant... You really buried him deep." Ricky clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Hmm, Dant's Greatsword?" Tavern Owner Tampa furrowed his brows and scratched his chin.

Ricky raised his eyebrows.

Wait.

That meant...

In that instant, many of the mercenaries, including the hostage Tavern Owner Tampa, followed Ricky's gaze and turned in unison toward the other side, focusing on the wide-eyed Tales and the utterly blank-faced Kuaishang.

What the hell?

Tales, suddenly the center of attention again, thought blankly.

"Hey." Marina turned toward Sunny suspiciously and whispered, "If I remember correctly, weren't these two in Dant's Greatsword...?"

The mercenaries began whispering among themselves.

Ricky watched the two with great interest, as if he had figured something out.

Under everyone's scrutiny, Tales could only force out a subtle, awkward smile.

"You really came up with a brilliant idea." Under the weight of everyone's gazes, Tales maintained his expression and mouthed an unhappy, low growl at Kuaishang. "You came to find 'professionals' to deal with the corpse?"

He desperately controlled his eyes, avoiding looking instinctively at the... human-shaped sack by his feet.

"What do we do now?"

Beside Tales, the former Prince of Exeter was also twitching in the face, wearing an awkward expression that was both tearful and amused.

"Calm down, calm down." Kuaishang wiped away his sweat and gave the surrounding fierce-looking mercenaries an ingratiating smile.

"There's always a way."

The guests who were not from the Blood Whistle noticed these slight changes, but they clearly had no energy to concern themselves with such petty internal