“Oh, save me the talk.” Kaze mocked Morris’ hypocrisy. He turned to face the hired guns. Judging by their big builds, these people could pack a punch. It would be easy to take down one or two of them. However, they were big in numbers and knew how to work together; a threat for sure. Unfortunately for them, they were up against Kaze. The hired guns were bound to lose. “I haven’t been working out much since coming to Westeros. Thanks for the opportunity today, Mr. Siegfried.” Kaze rose to his feet and moved to stretch his arms. He looked like he was entering a competition, not facing some danger. Even at this point, Kaze carried himself with ease. It was rather impressive. Morris found Kaze’s stubbornness amusing and sad. “I’d be impressed if you could beat them but don’t kid yourself,” Morris said eagerly, looking forward to Kaze pleading for mercy. “Don’t hold back on him. He asked for it. Don’t let him get away,” Morris said to his people. Kaze kept his c
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