"Who the hell are you, brat?!" Soren demanded, his voice filled with fury.
His group had finally started gaining momentum after he managed to recruit three more rogue wizards over the past few weeks.
The blonde bandit's promise of leaving Bunroon alone had been genuine, as he and his crew were planning to walk away from the area with a huge sum of money after fulfilling the mysterious masked man's request, enough to expand their operations in larger, less developed cities.
There would be no need to continue profiting off Bunroon Town's citizens or the small merchant caravans passing through their territory if this major operation succeeded.
And yet, out of nowhere, a brat had appeared and killed two of his most important subordinates, one of whom had been his right-hand man for years.
How could Soren not be furious?
"Oh, me? Well, I'm the great Hal Fennec. Have you not heard of me?" Hal replied with narrowed eyes, walking closer without a hint of fear.
