Chapter 390

Some time earlier, inside the manor of Maple Leaf Village.

Crick wore a false smile, putting on an act of "forcing himself to remain calm" as he dealt with the suitors.

The suitors clamored noisily, most of them demanding that Miss Anna come out and meet everyone. There was not the slightest hint of courtesy in their words. In their eyes, Crick Keen was already a dead tiger, nothing to fear. The Keen Territory had become a meal on everyone's plate; each of them seemed to have knife and fork in hand, merely waiting for this sumptuous feast.

Crick struggled to suppress the fury in his heart so that he would not sneer, doing his best to parry them with evasive answers. Whenever he truly could not put them off, he would cough violently, coughing up blood.

Naturally, those people would not treat him politely just because he was coughing blood. But coughing like that left him unable to speak, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Amid the chaotic uproar, Connor, who had been watching coldly all along, finally spoke.

"I know you're about to die, but before you die, you'd better take care of business first!"

With a casual shove, he pushed several nearby suitors and their attendants aside. They staggered and lost their footing; one relatively scrawny man was sent sprawling outright, knocking over a table beside him before crashing heavily to the floor.

"Ah?!"

"Jack! Jack, are you all right?"

"Can't you watch where you're going?"

"This is outrageous!"

"Keep it down! He's Connor the Ferocious Beast!"

"Ah?! That wolf?"

The crowd erupted at once, but Connor did not care in the least. He strode grandly toward Crick.

If there had been any upright and courageous people present, they might have stepped forward to