Three of the people who suddenly appeared wore white suits.
The rest were all in black suits.
At the sight, Ivankov's expression darkened.
These people had clearly prepared an ambush for them here.
He looked at the scouts.
"What's going on?"
But they kept their heads lowered, their eyes evasive.
"What's going on?
They've abandoned the darkness and come over to the light!"
A man in a white suit sneered.
"You! Is that true?"
Ivankov stared at them in disbelief.
Though the situation was already obvious, he still wanted to hear it from their own mouths.
"Sorry, Ivankov!
We want to live!"
The leader of the scouting team spoke.
Then they stepped back and stood with the men in black suits.
"You... all of you..."
Ivankov and the others gritted their teeth.
There were traitors among them!
Just then, the city gates opened, and a pampered man in lavish clothes walked out.
"So this is the Revolutionary Army? What a bunch of freaks."
He gave Ivankov a disdainful look.
"And who are you?!"
Ivankov glared at the newcomer.
"Me? Allow me to introduce myself.
I'm the prince of this kingdom!
Oh, right. I'm the one who persuaded those Revolutionary Army members to switch sides.
I can give them all the wealth and luxury they could ever want, and keep them alive, too.
All they had to do in return was lure you here."
The prince smiled, his face full of arrogance.
At his words, Ivankov and the others glared fiercely at the scouts.
But the scouts, who had been afraid to meet Ivankov's eyes, suddenly raised their heads.
"What did we do wrong?!
He offered us too much!
We just wanted a better life! What's wrong with that?!"
The scouts' faces flushed, their eyes bloodshot.
Hearing this, Ivankov closed his