Veronica Ziegler's eyes widened. "Magnus, how can you say that? Alistair is here to help you."
"Help my ass!"
Magnus York's anger was plain to see.
He looked genuinely furious.
"Such vulgar language.
She's right, you know. I am indeed here to help."
Alistair White said with a satisfied smile,
"After all, you only have twenty-one people left.
TSK TSK TSK. How did you let yourselves get into such a pathetic state?"
Behind Alistair White, including Ian Logan and the others, stood a group of over a hundred people.
"Hey, Lawson! Weren't you guys so tough?
You were dawdling, refusing to share your supplies. But Mr. White here just saved us and gave us supplies directly.
We're loyal people, so naturally, we're going to work for Mr. White now."
Ian Logan said with a gloating expression.
Alistair White then turned his gaze to Nina Jacobs.
"It seems I underestimated you before. Where are your companions?
Did you kill them?"
