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    ---- Chapter 2974 As Dragonfang''s members walked out of the gateway tunnel, two rows of soldiers had their gun barrels pointed straight at them. Behind the soldiers, the Ludendorff family''s elite fighters all ced their hands on the hilts of their swords. Prescott lookedpletely rxed andughed heartily. "Hey, what''s this? What are you all doing? This is no way to wee guests. Put those down!" Seeing the ugly expressions on Dragonfang''s faces, Garal nodded inwardly. It seemed the infamous Dragonfang was truly cornered and reduced to a state of desperation.


    He raised his hand, and only then did Abyss City''s soldiers lower their weapons. Prescott stepped forward and bowed politely toward Nyx. "Miss, wee to thends of the Ludendorff family." Nyx said coldly, "We need a ce to rest and medical supplies. Our team members can barely hold on. Would you be so kind as. to amodate us?" Prescott smiled warmly. "Miss, you''re too formal. Right now, the Cathedral is running wild across the Ounds. We''re all victims ---- here.


    Medical supplies and a ce to rest aren''t problems at all However..." He stared at Nyx, deliberately drawing out his words with a yful expression. Nyx looked at him coldly without speaking. Prescott''s eyes shifted to Andrew, and he said with great interest, "This young man must be Andrew Lloyd, the one who''s been causing quite a stir in the Ounds recently, right?" Andrew''s face was pale, and his shirt was soaked with blood. After coughing twice, he said weakly, "Sir, is there something you wanted to say?" Prescott''s smile grew wider as he stepped forward.


    "Oh my, your injuries are quite serious indeed. Especially that wound on your chest... The Cathedral''s people really went for it, huh? That''s absolutely vicious. It''s not far from your heart at all." With that, he suddenly moved, wrapping his arm around Andrew''s neck and locking him in a tight hold. With Prescott choking his throat, Andrew began to struggle for breath, his face turning bright red. The rest of Dragonfang''s members erupted in anger. "You bastard! What the hell are you doing?


    Let go of him, or we''ll fight you to the death!" ---- Nyx gripped her glowing blue daggers tightly and hissed furiously, "Let Andrew go. Since Abyss City doesn''t wee us, we''ll just leave." Prescott felt triumphant inside but kept smiling cheerfully. " Miss, it seems Andrew is very important to all of you." Franz clutched his chest weakly and said, "Sir, it''s obvious that we came to the wrong ce. But we truly had no other choice just now. Let Andrew go... Mr. Lloyd Senior is in the Deands and can''t make it back in time. You should know how terrifying he is.


    If anything happens to Andrew..." Prescott was still all smiles. "Yes, I know, of course. Mr. Lloyd Senior is an invincible existence in the Wastnds. But I don''t think he can make it back, and as for why, we both know the reason." After speaking, he shoved Andrew away, sending him stumbling. Andrew, clearly weakened by blood loss, shot Prescott a hateful nce. Nheless, since he still needed Prescott''s help, he did not dare to act up. Prescott sneered inwardly, thinking Andrew was pathetic and weak.


    He ordered his men, "Step aside and escort our honored guests to rest and receive treatment. Ms. Nyx, I''ll be preparing avish dinner at the Governor''s mansionter, and I invite ---- Dragonfang, especially you, to please do us the honor of attending!" Winking at Nyx, Prescott felt extremely pleased with himself. Then, he watched as Dragonfang''s people limped away. Garal immediately asked, "So? What do you think?" The smile vanished from Prescott''s face, reced by contempt. "I already checked him out just now. He''s barely hanging on as his injuries are seriously severe.


    If I wanted to, I could even shatter his heart meridians with a single palm strike!" Garal nodded. With Prescott saying this, he felt reassured Prescott''s sudden move earlier was exactly to see whether Andrew was ying tricks. From the looks of it now, Andrew really had nowhere else to go and came to Abyss City out of desperation. After a pause, Garal said, "Andrew must die. He killed Marshall, and the family must reim that honor!" Prescott snorted coldly. "Of course, he has to die. But for me, it''s not because of that waste, Marshall.


    It''s because of how Nyx looks at him in a way that really pisses me off."