"Mr. Senator. I'm just a villager who deals with winemaking... Can I—"
"—Sorry, the Senator requires absolute privacy now." A huge, muscular bodyguard cut the man off, stepping in front of him. The guard stood three feet taller than the villager, his arms crossed, his gaze cold and unwavering.
The frightened man swallowed, taking in the five Peak Heavenly Rank bodyguards surrounding the Senator. He quickly nodded. "Yes. Yes. Next time." He hurried away from the group.
"So annoying... If not for Voco's arrangement, I would have wiped out this entire wretched village," the Senator muttered, oblivious to the fact Voco was already dead. He walked toward his heavily armored transport ship, the five guards falling into formation behind him.
"Come on, let's leave this place. The air is foul."
"Leaving so soon? Why don't we play for a moment?"
