Chapter 1170

Adrian and Brett left the hotel, but not through the main entrance. On top of that, their movements were so swift that it was difficult for their enemies to detect them. "Pay attention to your surroundings. We’ve got plenty of company," Adrian said. Brett nodded solemnly. Although inexperienced on the battlefield, his capabilities were still to be reckoned with after being a spy in Noirsandia for many years. Otherwise, he would not have survived this long. "Sir, we don't know how many we're up against. That makes it difficult to plan a counterattack. I suggest we lure them out for me to deal with.” "Are you sure you can manage?" Adrian asked. Brett smiled. "Relax, sir. I may not be as powerful as you guys back at Wyvern Peak, but I'm confident in my running speed after being in Noirsandia for so many years. I won’t be defeated that easily." "Drinks on me when we get back to Novemton then." "Haha! Sounds good!" Brett laughed. "How are you going to deal with them?" Brett chuckled. "Did you know that I'm also known as 'Speedy’ in these parts? You'll find out why soon enough. Let's split up, sir, and be careful.” Adrian nodded in response and headed toward the streets while Brett melted into the shadows. *** Meanwhile, on the fourteenth floor of the skyscraper, a window was opened just wide enough for a sniper rifle's muzzle to peek out. A heavily bearded man from Rondom was on the bed as he aimed his rifle at the room opposite him. However, the curtains in the room had been drawn closed. "This is Gunther. The curtains to Draco's room have been drawn. I don’t have an eye on them," Gunther the Rondonier said through his communicator. Gunther was from an organization from Rondom called Celestial Talons. They were one of the largest hired-assassin organizations in Rondom. The Rondoniers have had their eye on Adrian ever since he showed up in Luposia. The country’s headquarters then assigned the Celestial Talons to intercept and kill Adrian before he could leave, hence why they were lying in ambush. After Gunther spoke, another voice came through the communicator. "Keep out of sight and wait for an opportunity. Your best opening will be tomorrow morning when they leave the hotel. “Be patient, everyone. This is our best chance to show the outlanders that we Rondoniers are the strongest and most fearless. We're going to eliminate War Legate Draco!" The man who spoke was Wolfclaw, the leader of the operation. He had made these same claims in front of his superiors at headquarters. Hearing this, someone snickered. "Relax, Wolfclaw. Rondoniers are the definition of the strongest in the world." "These Novemtoners won't get far while we’re around." "He's right. Novemton's legate, who's said to be the strongest, is nothing but a pitiful lamb for us to slaughter." "He will meet his end today." The Rondoniers made bold claims. None of them thought Adrian was a worthy adversary. They were arrogant people who thought they were above everyone.