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.

his food and sprinted

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

in a dark sky. While life on

let’s…attack!!” Quell didn’t notice the subtle expression on TriSec’s face. While having learned from Emmanuel, she knew that in battle, mercy and pity were luxuries they

Attack!” The roar of two

his horse galloping fiercely

Bang! Bang! Bang!

and Taoist techniques, TriSec nimbly dodged the hail of bullets,

meters… and closer, but no

Airspace Group, behind the fortified gate, barely noticed his advance. They were confident that the gate, identical to

100 meters… 80 meters!

eyes were locked on the gate, determination blazing. Suddenly, a bullet struck

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