Chapter 82. Beaten to a Pulp

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March 13th, xxxy

The bag picks up dust as it is thrown on the ground, landing close to their feet. Alpha North Star frowns at the action and glares at Blue Sun, the bastard lifting his lips in a sneer.

"Take that and leave. Five minutes to leave my property."

"I will not accept your disrespect. You throw the bag like scum and expect me to pick it up like a gutter rat?"

"This is what you want, no? Her possessions. Now we have no business with each other."

Alpha North had not been expecting a trumpeting welcome. A ceremonial meeting. What he hadn't considered Blue Sun will do is have his soldiers surround their car, to be greeted with such blatant hostility.

They were not received inside. They were not allowed to take two steps away from the car before Blue Sun sauntered out and flung the bag at them.

"You are mistaken. I said no thing. Even if I did, my request isn't hers. Lata is whom you offended."

"Two minutes left, Al