Love At The Wrong Table Chapter 1871-reme The sound of Emmanuel’s voice echoed once again.

But Rhett didn’t hear any response from either Quintus or Xan. It was glaringly obvious that they were completely incapable of exerting any control over the base’s room.

“What about the northern base?” Rhett asked.

No sooner had he finished speaking, a gentle voice unexpectedly resonated from the line of northern isles. “Sorry to make you worry! I’ll handle the northern base!” “Xarri! Is that you?” Rhett immediately exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement. “I know that you are bound to show up!” Amidst the noise on Xarri’s end, which clearly indicated he was still sparring with Night Fox, he managed to speak to them, “Alright, now is not the time for catching up. Open the dock at six o’clock in the evening, and we’ll regroup on the ship to talk further!” The Final Duel After that, the line went silent.

Inside the room within the northern base, Night Fox, feeling deeply insulted,” sneered as he said, “So you’re the one they call Xarri, right?” In reality, Xarri had barely stepped into the room when the voices of Emmanuel and Rhett reached his ears. Seizing the opportunity, he seamlessly integrated himself into their conversation, his timing so precise it seemed almost intentional.

Night Fox unleashed a rapid series of three precise strikes, each more forceful than the last, finally driving him off the communication device with a calculated blend of skill and power.

Then, he shattered the communication device with a brutal strike. His teeth clenched as he declared, “Since you’ve made it clear that you don’t want any reinforcements, there’s no need for this thing to remain, is there?” Xarri faintly smiled and nodded in agreement.