Apotheosis

Jon understood. He took a step forward and placed himself in front of Zen. Then with a low voice, he said, "Just let it go, Randall. Fighting with a kid will not make you look good."

"Out of the way, Jon. His life is mine to take!" Randall roared. Normally, Randall would consider Jon's advice. But now he had completely lost it. He couldn't think about anything else except tearing Zen apart.

"Randall, just because you have the Zhuge family supporting you, you think you can do whatever you want?" Jon's face darkened. It seemed that Randall was not going to think rationally.

"So what? You want a fight?" Randall clenched his fists. As white tufts of frost covered his hands, the air around Randall shimmered with cold. This was Randall's life vitality.

"You think I am afraid of you?" Jon didn't flinch at Randall's rage.

Seeing that the two were going to fight, Roger became impatient.

"I'm in no mood to watch you two fight. Just let Martin go. Jon, if you can't get it done, I will go find my uncle," Roger said with displeasure written all over his face. He had been confident that Jon could handle the issue. Randall could do this the easy way or the hard way, but apparently, he had chosen the latter.

Jon's expression changed at Roger's words. If Roger's uncle were involved, it would take this situation to a whole different level. Jon didn't want that. He said quickly, "Young master, there is no need to trouble your uncle with such a little thing."

Roger shrugged. He gestured around the yard and asked, "To me, it seems that they don't want to release Martin. Do you have any ideas?"

Jon turned to Randall. "You heard the young master. If you don't release Martin, the Flying Dragon General will be involved. If that happens, this can get really ugly for you."

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ooked as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Zen… bro, you're alive! You're still alive!" Martin exclaimed excitedly.

"Yeah, Martin, I survived," Zen replied with a smile.

"That's great, wonderful..." Martin muttered. Throughout his imprisonment, Martin had been tormented over the death of his brothers during the fight with the blade locusts. It wasn't the lashes meted out to him that pained Martin the most. No, it was the thought that Zen had sacrificed himself by volunteering to bait the queen blade locust to save Martin. All these times, Martin had not been able to stop thinking about what had happened. It was true that Martin blamed himself. If only he hadn't been so careless! If he had noticed there was something wrong with the marching route early enough, those people wouldn't have died.

How Zen had survived was beyond Martin's understanding. The sight of Zen standing in the yard unscathed filled Martin with surprise and joy.

"Zen, Randall is responsible for all this. He is the culprit!" Martin turned to Randall and pointed as he spoke, "As I recall, I had no beef with you before. But you changed our marching route without permission, which put my teammates' lives on the line. I will give my life to hold you responsible for your actions!"