"Ah!" Lord George gasped in pain as he stumbled to the ground after getting kicked in the chest. "Oww.. you son of a bitch," he growled at the guard. "Do you even know who you are touching?"
The guard sneered down at him, "Fuck off. The Kiem family is not the only ruler of this city, you know."
"You...." Lord George trembled with rage as he got to his feet, "You fucking bastard... I will not let this slide."
Though he would have loved to show these two guards their place, Lord George knew that there was no way he could beat these two down.
He might be a snake beastman who was higher in the hierarchy than them but he was not skilled in fighting when compared to these guards, thus even if he wanted to get rid of them he couldn't.
Lord George understood his own strength and position.
And anyway, the blade which he had used was a special one. Let's see if these two idiots could even get this treated.
Thus, he snorted and said in a threatening manner, "Don't think that this will be the end of this matter. Just wait, I will get you back." He then turned on his feet and walked away with an annoyed expression on his face.
The crowd parted as he walked past them towards his carriage.
"That was such a low-level move," remarked Damien as he watched the man climb into the carriage with the help of two of his assistants. "I have seen thugs doing a much better job than that."
As he spoke he climbed down the stairs of the carriage, Xavier who was sitting inside the carriage, turned and looked at him, "Where are you going, Lord Damien?" he asked.
Damien however did not reply to Xavier and instead walked over to where the two guards were standing.
"Are you alright Sigurd?" The head guard asked worriedly as he watched Sigurd wipe the blood off the side of his neck.
"I am alright, Adikus," replied Sigurd. He then looked at the woman who was sobbing on the floor and asked her, "Are you feeling alright, Matilda?"
Adikus nodded along as he remarked, "Well what can we do? With the sudden change in the power play of the city, the rise of the crooks is getting worse. Back then when it was just the Wolfe family, we did not have to worry about anything."
"But with these Kiem guys, we are having a hard time dealing with these crooks. They are letting them have all kinds of free reign."
Damien stared at the two with a blank expression on his face, he was painfully aware of the fact that Xavier was laughing behind him. "Yeah..you can laugh, you know. Go ahead and laugh, there is no need to be polite."
No sooner did he finish speaking, than Xavier burst out laughing. With his hands wrapped around his waist, the beastman sunk so low that Damien thought that he was going to kiss the ground.
'Maybe he might as well,' a sudden sinister desire to knock Xavier by hooking his leg with his and pulling him down, surged in Damien's mind but he reluctantly put it away.
He was past thirty-eight if he was to count his age from the last life as well, and not eighteen. He needed to be more mature instead of childish.
'But he is making it so difficult,' said his brain.
'Shut up.'
'A little tug will do no one any harm.'
'I said shut up,' said Damien more sternly. The last thing he wanted was to act like an overly stimulated teenager.
"If you are done, can we leave now?" Damien asked Xavier with a raise of his brow.
"Ah, yes..yes," Xavier nodded as he stood up straight. There were tears of mirth in his eyes and he nodded, "Le—let's go."
Damien snorted with slight annoyance. He followed Xavier to the carriage but just as he was about to climb up the stairs of the carriage when he turned around and looked in the direction where Sigurd had left.
'Well it bothers me..but if the patient doesn't want it then ..what can I do?'