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.

the last bite of his food and sprinted to

eyes scanning his face. She trusted

star in a dark sky. While life on the Dark Night Islands had hardened him, his only wish was to remain by Quell’s side. But since she was

learned from Emmanuel, she knew that in

Attack! Attack!” The roar of two thousand soldiers

led the charge, his horse galloping

Bang! Bang! Bang!

once more! With his S–rank martiall arts and Taoist techniques, TriSec nimbly dodged the hail of bullets, closing in to a mere 200

meters… 160 meters… and closer, but no one

fortified gate, barely noticed his advance. They were confident

100 meters… 80 meters!

bullet struck him, sending a spray of red blood into the

fall. Instead, he howled in pain, “Solana! Fire