Chapter 9 - Well Definitely Meet Again (1/2)

Hecathe lifted his head to look at the man and suddenly faked a smile, ”Well, it was nice meeting you, and thank you for saving me. I won't forget your kindness. When I get back home, I'll call my secretary and make sure that you will be remunerated humbly.”

The man tilted his head in confusion as he simply stood there and watched Hecathe get ready to sneak away from here.

Hecathe looked around at the bloody battlefield and he was instantly stunned. He never knew there were people like this in the world and he never knew that there were guns that could spit fire and ice. The more he watched the fight. The more confused and amazed he got.

”What the hell is going on...?!” He was shocked to see everyone fighting so ruthlessly.

Nobody cared for anyone's life. They all attacked each other as if their only motive was to kill the other. They showed no mercy before crushing and burning their opponents to death.

Hecathe gulped as he came to the conclusion that running away from here as fast as possible was perhaps the best solution for him to not entangle his name in this mess.

He took to his feet and got ready to run away, but suddenly felt the man grab his arm with force and hold him back.

Hecathe furrowed his eyebrows as he looked back at the man and questioned, ”What are you doing?”

The man didn't let go of his arm as he asked, his voice clearly sounding concerned, ”Where are you going?”

Hecathe frowned as he heard this. He grabbed the man's hand and forcefully jerked it away as he responded, ”Don't touch me.”

The man looked to be a bit taken back and scared as he heard this. He immediately let go and lightly bowed his head apologetically as he spoke up, his voice seeming to panic, ”I'm sorry, Captain. Please excuse my rudeness.”

Hecathe's pupils contracted but he said nothing.

The man thought that Hecathe was either disgusted or offended by him suddenly grabbing Hecathe's arm like that, but in reality, the reason why Hecathe had rudely ordered him to not touch him was because it physically hurt his arm to be squeezed by someone wearing a heavy mecha suit.

It was made out of metal and the man didn't even hold back his strength so of course, it was only natural that Hecathe felt his arm aching!

The man apologized again and again which made Hecathe soon grow a bit annoyed as he held up his hand and gestured for the man to stop, ”Say sorry one more time and I'll be forced to forget the favor I owe you.”

The man gulped and nodded as he decided to shut his mouth up for good.

Hecathe sighed as he looked at all the people fighting and dying.

He wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, but for some reason, his lips curled up slightly as he muttered, ”I guess I have one last thing to do before I run away.”

”Huh?” The man questioned, but got no response.

With calm strides, Hecathe walked towards Marvin and called out to him, ”Hey!”

Marvin turned around in confusion immediately, but just as he did, his face was met with a strong punch.

Hecathe had used most of his strength in that one punch so it was only natural that Marvin was thrown back and stumbled to the floor.

Hecathe smirked in satisfaction as he commented, ”I've been waiting to do that.”

Marvin gritted his teeth as he immediately picked himself up from the ground and punched back, but his fist was caught by the man who had saved Hecathe.

Hecathe chuckled as he saw this, ”I'll be taking my leave then.”

He looked at Marvin one last time as he added, ”I'm not done with you yet, boy. I should thoroughly teach you a lesson not to mess with the wrong person.”

Marvin gritted his teeth as he glared at Hecathe, who immediately turned around and got ready to sneak out of this place.

”Alphius! We'll meet again! To think that this is how you repay my kindness...” Hecathe could hear Marvin yell out behind him and he smirked in satisfaction as he heard this, ”The next time we meet, I'll make sure that there won't be a third time!”

Hecathe couldn't help but mutter in satisfaction, ”The next time we meet would be in court and there's no way I'll visit you in jail so you can rest assured that there won't be a third time.”

Hecathe was almost out of the battlefield, however, just when he thought he had seen it all, out of nowhere, something heavy dropped in front of him. Hecathe faltered back a few steps as his eyes went wide and his mouth muttered a curse that couldn't even be heard due to the sound of the crash subduing his voice completely.

The heavy thing that fell in front of him was a stone, or to be more exact, it was a boulder. Hecathe was shocked to see that the boulder was on fire and when he reluctantly let his eyes trace its projectile, he couldn't help but be shocked even more.

It was thrown by a man... A single man dressed in the same black mecha suit as the man who had saved him!