"I don't care, you must bring him to me, no matter the cost! I want him! I want him!!"
Stepping out of the tent, listening to the furious roar coming from inside, Hucks could only shake his head and sigh helplessly. Just then, another voice reached his ears.
"It seems our sponsor is quite unhappy."
"It would be abnormal if she were happy."
Hearing this voice, Hucks turned his head and looked at the man behind him, who was wrapped in bandages.
"How are your injuries, Bolt?"
"Not too bad."
Facing Hucks' response, the black man chuckled, raised his bandaged arm, and waved it in front of Hucks.
"Luckily, that person didn't plan to take my life, or else I might have been buried by you guys by now. It looks terrible, but it's just superficial wounds. After gulping down three bottles of Healing Elixir, I'm almost good as new."
While speaking, Bolt turned his gaze to the tent behind them.
"What? It seems our Young Lady is not planning to let it go just yet?"