Frank ignored Sally and called out to Sadie and Ida.
Both ladies were thrilled. "Are we going to fight, master?"
"Yes, we are—the remaining six of The Plough, in fact," Sally answered sarcastically.
Both Sadie and Ida frowned—one against six was really slim odds…
That was when Sally added, "That's not all either. Your mentor is challenging The Ploughs at the headquarters of an enemy. Just watch out and don't get captured, or you'll end up as slaves."
Sadie and Ida were left totally confused right then, with Sadie asking, "Why charge into the lion's den alone, master? I think you could win in a single duel against any of them, but it has to be on our turf."
"Exactly." Ida tried to reason with Frank too. "You must never underestimate how cutthroat those people can be. It'd be terrible if we ended up bungling this."
Sally merely snorted. "Do you really have no idea what your mentor is like? No one ever gets to change his mind!"
Sadie and Ida traded glances at that—others aside, this was definitely dangerous for them since they were not as strong as Frank. When the chip goes down, they would be at their mercy.
But on the other hand, once a mentor, always a mentor—if Frank had not taken them in, they would be left on the streets, if not captured as slaves.
Hence, after some thought, both women nodded. "We're with you, master, come hell or high water."
Sally's jaw dropped right then. "The hell?! You just met him days ago, and you're planning to die with him?"
Sadie snorted right then. "You don't have to worry about us. Lead the way."
Sally shrugged in exasperation at that and started headed out with them.
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"Quit yapping!"
A woman with golden locks of hair rolled her eyes at the middle-aged man. "You really think that you could beat that many people on your own?"
The middle-aged man was at once nodding and fawning over Goldilocks. "Yes, yes, of course. I apologize for overstepping in your presence."
"You should be thinking about how you're going to beat Lugh Frankton." A spirited brat chuckled in amusement nearby.
"I don't know. He really doesn't sound all that impressive." A one-armed man snorted, still fiddling with his phone.
"Won't we see how good he actually is soon enough?" Axel laughed. "Don't worry. As long as he comes to my turf, he isn't getting out alive. Rest assured, you'll be able to claim the accomplishment for yourselves—"
The one-armed man was suddenly in front of Axel, seizing him by the throat and lifting him into the air. "What was that? You're making it sound like we're not winning against Lugh Frankton!"
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