"Mr. Selon, we're just following orders. The chairman has been rescued twice yesterday, but his condition hasn't improved. Now... the biggest hope is to see you. We hope you'll consider it for the chairman..."
Selon raised his hand, "Stop."
He looked at the few people as if they were ready to make a move, and sneered, "It seems this time, even if you have to carry my corpse, you intend to take me back, right?"
"No, we still hope Mr. Selon can come back with us. Now you're... with a group of mercenaries, is this better than returning to inherit the family business?"
Selon got furious and shouted, "That's right, even living as a desperado who licks blood from the knife's edge, to me, is better than going back."
"Young master... you're of noble status, it shouldn't be this way."
Selon snorted, "What kind of life I want doesn't require you to teach me."
"Mr. Selon, please, come with us."
Selon's mind spun several times, "You want me to leave... Fine, then let's go."
