Seeing how things had turned out, Troah couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy. Despite the pain wracking his body, forced himself to walk over to the spy holding Bastian hostage.

“Maceo, bet you didn’t see this coming, huh? There’s always a way out after all,” Troah sneered darkly. “Get out of the way and let us go. Otherwise, your son’s dead!”

Maceo’s face shifted through a storm of emotions.

Looking into his son’s frightened eyes, was torn. As the city lord, couldn’t just let a spy from Winged Tiger City walk away freely.

But that was his son. How could stand by and let be harmed?

“Don’t do anything rash,” Jared stepped up and whispered. “Let them leave first. We’ll deal with the rest afterward.”

Grinding his teeth, Maceo finally relented, gradually pulling back the formation.