They're Different

Meanwhile, inside the convoy.

Gavin had his legs propped up on the RV's passenger seat. He raised his left hand and waved at the four guys waiting by the door, smiling as he spoke.

"Don't be so tense, guys. Just because they're standing so neatly doesn't mean you need to put on a guarded look and confront them head-on."

After speaking, Gavin turned his head and glanced at the guys standing neatly in the cabin, armed to the teeth as they watched the distant formation.

Clearly, the display put on by the New York Council had made his own people a little jumpy.

Only after hearing Gavin's words did the standing men relax and lower their weapons slightly.

At the same time, Gavin finally put away his lazily stretched legs and settled into the passenger seat, casually patting Eugene on the shoulder.

"Eugene, pull a few car lengths ahead later and park our vehicle at the entrance."

"Since that Speaker has been waiting with his people for so long, I can't exactly make him greet the guys in the armored vehicles first."

"Yeah, I know. I'll put your door right in front of them. But should we have the guys open the door for you? If you get out by yourself, won't it look a little lacking in presence?"

As Eugene replied, he could not help glancing again at the other side's neat formation.

If that squad of fighters had not all been fucking blond and blue-eyed, Eugene would have thought he had somehow ended up in the East!

As for Gavin—

He shook his head and answered with a smile.

"No need. Don't bother with that troublesome stuff. Once we get out, you'll lead the team and take over the outer defensive line. Don't leave the perimeter to them."