Chapter 1100: Chapter 768: Selling Dog Meat [01] Display of Authority_3
—This damn stuff can really torture people to death.
"Do you take us for livestock?" Rita pressed her fingers to her brow, feeling like she’d reached the end of her patience.
When Nora Scott targeted them, she was completely unrestrained, practically wishing she could carve the words "picking a fight" right onto her face.
"Is that really what you think?" Nora raised her brows in surprise and shot back, putting on a shocked yet ridiculously fake expression.
"..."
Please at least try acting better.
Even if you’re just "humoring" us, could you put in a bit of effort, okay?
"And you’re not wrong." Nora dropped the exaggerated look, gave a brief smile, then returned to her usual calm. She emphasized slowly, "Let’s make this clear: if you don’t want to do this, you can walk any time. If you do, then stop treating yourselves like human beings."
She’d put it in brutally plain terms.
The faces of the external support group fell on the spot.
If the conference table weren’t so damn heavy, they probably would’ve flipped it by now.
Nora, however, had zero interest in their fragile, traumatized little hearts. She clapped her hands, glanced at Marcus Shaw, and then walked out of the tent with him, one after the other.
The people from Biel Hall followed them out of the tent as well.
Leaving the external support group stewing in fury inside.
"When did they get here?" Marcus walked a short distance, then glanced at the Biel Hall members trailing behind them.
Nora said casually, "Before I ate."
This batch from Biel Hall had been arranged by Boss Alex in advance.
Afraid Alexander Vaughn and those Martial World types were eyeing Nora like prey and plotting something in the dark, he’d sent a team ahead of time to protect her both openly and from the shadows.
This batch was the "on the surface" one.
Because before Mechanism City was revealed, Nora’s golden finger was "she’s the only one in the whole world," so there was basically no safety risk. So Boss Alex had originally planned for this team to arrive here the day before the "entrance opened."
—Of course, the paperwork allowing them into the camp had been handled in advance.
But because of "Rita very likely being Alexander Vaughn’s person" and the whole "go out for a shower and come back to find the tent searched top to bottom" thing, Nora had discussed it with Pedro Langley and then decided on the spot to transfer this batch over, in case they were needed when something unexpected happened.
Oh, and there was one more thing—
The external support group wasn’t afraid of those young soldiers.
Because those soldiers had a duty to serve them.
Biel Hall did not.
If Nora really couldn’t stand the external support group, she could absolutely rely on this Biel Hall team to carry out a good old-fashioned violent crackdown.
Thinking back on how things had gone in the tent just now, Nora was quite satisfied with their performance.
"You’re dismissed."
Nora turned back and spoke to the people trailing her step for step.
"Yes, Hall Master!"
They responded in unison.
Then they split into small groups and dispersed in an orderly fashion.
Once they spread out, their presence dropped sharply. Still, they didn’t relax their vigilance; instead, they kept a certain distance from Nora, making sure she stayed within their line of sight at all times and that nothing threatening to her safety could happen.
—They were more like bodyguards.
"Hall Master!"
Rosie Sullivan came up from a small slope. When she saw Nora, her eyes lit up and her pace quickened.
Nora gave her a once-over. "What are you doing here?"
"Boss Alex said this batch isn’t very familiar with you, and they need someone to manage them," Rosie explained. "I happen to be a good fit."
"Oh."
Nora nodded.
"How are things over there?" Rosie asked, glancing toward the main tent.
"No problem," Nora said blandly, then slanted a look at Marcus. "We’re probably past dinner time by now. Take Marcus to get something to eat first."
"Got it."
Rosie answered crisply.
"..."
Marcus wanted to say that Oliver Scott would definitely save him a portion of dinner, but thinking that Nora meant well, he didn’t turn her down to her face.
—Andrew Hughes kept telling him to "behave himself."
—This should count, right?
"Oh, right." Nora paused, then narrowed her eyes toward the main tent. "Find a few people to supervise them on a trip to Maze Village to get the equipment."
"Okay."
"As for their dinner—"
"The warriors of the Third Camp should’ve kept them some," Rosie said.
Nora’s voice cooled. "Kept what?"
"Huh?"
Rosie didn’t get it.
"Rules are rules," Nora said. "If they miss mealtime, they deal with the consequences themselves. Tell those warriors to stop spoiling them."
Rosie: "..." Hall Master, that double standard of yours is something else.
"..."
Marcus wordlessly rubbed the bridge of his nose.
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