Dylan asked, "Mr. Lloyd, in that situation with two martial kings present, how did you have the nerve?"

Just remembering it made his throat dry and his palms sweat.

Andrew scoffed and shrugged. "So what? If it really came to a fight, they'd be the ones dying, not me."

Dylan's face twisted into an expression of pure disbelief. "But Mr. Lloyd, did you even consider my feelings? You might be able to handle being ganged up on, but I would've been meeting my maker right then and there!"

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