Hayes had sobered up quite a bit during the journey; he cast a hateful glare at Bob.
"You treacherous bastard! How dare you betray me? I should have killed you long ago..."
Bob kicked Hayes square in the stomach, sending him collapsing to the ground, his face contorted in pain.
Bob stepped forward, pressing his foot against Hayes's face. "You kept me around because I was still of use to you—both as Rovar's grindstone and a means of restraining his power. But the moment I lose my value, you'd remove me without a second thought. So tell me, why should I show you any mercy?"
Hayes stared at Bob, the man who used to tread carefully around him, now trampling over his face while speaking contemptuously. His vision blurred, a mix of fury and shock threatening to knock him unconscious.
"Rovar won't let you off."
Bob sneered coldly. "He should worry about staying alive first."
Hayes suddenly understood something, his face turning ashen. "I truly underestimated you before."
