“You still got the guts to threaten me right now!” Lana laughed and questioned, “By the way, how many stars does your second uncle, the King of War have?”

Caleb was embarrassed. This woman had no idea how frightening his second uncle was, yet she dared force him to kneel.

He turned his head to the side and arrogantly scoffed, “Hmph! My second uncle is no one or even two-star King of War—he’s a three-star King of War! Three-stars! Do you get it now? Are you afraid yet? Let us go if you are. If not, all of you will face my uncle’s wrath today!”

“Three-stars? Oh my, I’m so scared! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Lana’s expression intentionally morphed into one of pure fright before it died down into a more neutral expression. “Kneel!” she snapped. “I’ll hit you if you don’t!”

It only occurred to Caleb then that she was mocking him. “How… How dare you toy with me?”

no choice but to kneel under Lana’s intense, sharp gaze, all

done with

this!” growled

gutless and they caved in all too quickly, kneeling

do believe she’s never lost before. She’s so daring to threaten us. What if she killed us if we didn’t kneel?” muttered one

in. “You at least have your second uncle supporting you, but we don’t have such support. Our deaths would’ve

they don’t care much nor do they care what sort of support you have. They don’t care much about their lives, and there are many desperados who’d kill you before

to that; they were telling the

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