"Commander Warwick, I've brought along a thousand soldiers. I heard that this guy is a tough nut to crack," Horace said as he grinned deviously.
One thousand people?
Even Warwick had to gasp in surprise.
"Are you guys done with your greetings and curtsies? Yeah? Alright, my turn. I'm not going anywhere tonight. And because you all interrupted me in the middle of dinner, I'm going to make you pay..." Isaac said, lighting up a cigarette and taking a deep breath.
He then pointed his finger at Daryl and said with a dangerous glint in his eyes, "Especially you..."
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