THE POWER OF A KICK

Lucien chuckles and pats himself on the back. Threatening to kill me? He laughs even harder, surprising the figure who had expected him to be shivering after hearing what he said. "Do you believe you have the ability to murder me? Hmph! You've got to have a death wish! Three of you combined aren't even worthy of attacking Declan, let alone me. Dumpheads!"

If someone else had said that, it would have been considered arrogant, but Lucien did, and as long as it came from his mouth, it is nothing but the truth.

To ordinary people, these figures are so terrifying that they can't even stand ten miles away from them but for someone like Lucien who has lived six years on the battlefield battling and battling these men before him are the least he has ever faced.

Even the men sent by Brooks that Declan defeated in a matter of seconds are far superior to these figures standing before him now.

Lucien has no regard for anyone who is vastly inferior to Declan. He isn't even excited about fightin