Protection

In the ward, only Ye Qingxuan and Lancelot were gazing at each other in the silence.

"Leave Avalon?" After a good while, Ye Qingxuan slowly shook his head. "Not a chance."

As if he had already known that Ye Qingxuan would give him such an answer, Lancelot's expression was unchanged. He simply asked, "Why?"

Ye Qingxuan pondered it for a moment and was amused by the answer that he thought of. "To save the city, of course."

"You know very well that I don't need to hear such cliches usually spoken on ceremonies of conferring of medals." Lancelot shook his head. "I know, you've brought elites with you, along with all your chips. You want to put all the chips down on the table, bet the house, and if you can't win, you die. But you've chosen the wrong place, Ye Qingxuan, this is not a casino. Your opponent is a catastrophe, or maybe even two. You will lose everything you have."

Lancelot continued, "All the men who have followed you here will die."