The Arsonist's Roar!

After answering loudly, Nathan, his heart brimming with excitement, rushed to his motorcycle and sped toward the airport guard post.

This airport was not the farm border airfield over thirty kilometers from the manor. It was the farm airfield where Gavin's Gulfstream G650 was parked. The reason a guard post had been established here—and a large one staffed by four guards at that—was not to watch over that large private jet. It was because the Alliance's entire fuel depot was there!

This guard post had specifically been assigned to protect the fuel depot!

Watching Nathan's retreating figure, Gavin could not help recalling the duties of Nathan's guard post.

The moment he thought of that, a cold sweat broke out all over him.

Thank God that damned arsonist had not targeted the fuel depot!

Otherwise, even if the explosion of that massive fuel depot could not reach the manor nearly 3.7 kilometers away, the prairie fire that would inevitably follow would still confront the entire Alliance with an extremely difficult challenge!

Thinking of this, Gavin could not help taking a deep breath. His expression, which had only just calmed somewhat, darkened again.

With a cold face, he took a deep breath, lowered his head, and stared fixedly at Gabriel, whom Eugene had pinned to the ground.

Eugene had been watching Gavin all along. When he saw Gavin look toward the arsonist, he bared his teeth in a vicious grin and said to Gavin.

"Boss, should we continue?"

As his voice fell, Eugene jerked his chin at Gavin. He was indicating the crowd gradually leaving in the distance.

Gavin glanced in the direction Eugene indicated. Once he confirmed that Ken had mostly finished his work, he took two steps forward and came to Gabriel's side. He crouched before Gabriel and waved a