Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1842 The Last Dance of TriSec

“TriSec, what are you munching on?” Aqua’s voice cut through the chaos, her eyebrows raised in confusion. While the rest were gearing up for the decisive battle, here he was, snacking away?

“Ha, just fueling up!” TriSec flashed a grin, trying to hide the nerves under his bravado. “I’m about to lead the charge, so I need all the energy I can get!! Can’t afford to falter now!”

Aqua’s usual lightheartedness was replaced with a serious gaze as she patted his shoulder. “TriSec, promise me you won’t be reckless. Freedom’s vital, but so is your life.”

“Seriously? An emotional speech now?” He chuckled, touched despite himself.

He swatted her hand away, trying to brush off the gravity of her words. “Against these minor league Airspace Group goons, I can handle them without–breaking a sweat. Life or death? No sweat.”

“Right, right. Good luck!” Aqua gave him a final encouraging nod before walking away.

“Fall in!” Vachon’s commanding voice cut through the noise, rallying the remaining two thousand troops into formation.

bite of his food and sprinted to join the

eyes scanning his face. She trusted him implicitly, having stood by her side for years,

up!” He gave Quell a confident smile, his gaze locked on hers. To him, she was the bright star in a dark sky. While life on the Dark Night Islands had hardened him, his

knew

of two

the charge, his horse

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With his S–rank martiall arts and Taoist techniques, TriSec nimbly dodged the

but no one knew what he was

noticed his advance. They were confident that

100 meters… 80 meters!

locked on the gate, determination blazing. Suddenly, a bullet struck him, sending a spray of red

he didn’t fall. Instead, he howled in pain, “Solana!