With a scream, Jaime immediately collapsed to the ground. He slowly rose in pain, rubbing the spot where he had been kicked, and muttered, “You always kick me on the same side, old man! Can’t you pick the other side next time?”

Upon hearing this, James and the others sitting on the chairs exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.

Clayton rolled his eyes at Jaime and asked irritably, “You’re Skynet’s Young Master, so why are you in the Dooms’ territory?”

“I…”

Clayton glared and continued, “Are you here to sow discord and gloat over their misfortune? Are you trying to meddle in their internal affairs to gain information for Skynet?”

Jaime frantically explained, “No, of course not! Do you really think I came to this stinking place of my own will? I’m here because…”

His voice trailed off as he glanced toward James’ group, swallowing whatever he had left to say.

Clayton, still irritated, said, “Alright, get out of here. You were almost trampled into a pulp by an army of two hun