Seeing the soldiers had no intention of stopping, Vincent charged in.
His body turned crimson, and his suit blazed a fiery red as a torrent of flames engulfed him.
Flames erupted from his back, instantly propelling him toward the soldiers like a rocket.
BANG—
With a violent crash, a burly figure appeared before Vincent, intercepting his attack.
"Conley! You're the one leading the team this time?!"
Vincent stared at the man before him in disbelief. If Opal Hass was his benefactor—his first and once best friend on Cuiwei Star...
...then Conley was his closest brother-in-arms. Over the years, they had faced death together more than a dozen times. They were comrades who would guard each other's backs.
"Why?"
"Sorry. These are the Young Master's orders."
With that, Conley ruthlessly smashed a fist into Vincent's face.
Lost in his sorrow, Vincent didn't react in time. The punch sent him flying, and he crashed into the far wall of the passageway.
