Bab 150: A Hateful Fellow!

For a moment, Jamison wished he could uproot himself from here, a pre before the moron and snack him senseless until his brain popped out his head.

"Bastard! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Jamison wasn't the one who spoke, but someone else who also seemed ticked off by the idiot's constant nuisances.

"Sorry, sorry... I apologize... I won't say anything, anymore."

"You better!" 

-Silence-

That was how the conversation between the 2 guards went, and Jamison was thankful someone else decided to shut the bastard! 

During watch nights like these, it was common for some guards to walk among themselves around the same duty post. 

But even at that, who the hell yells loudly like the impeccable outside? 

All because of a mere woman who was probably as cheap as the doors between her legs. 

Hmph!

Once he is done, that bastard must be found, fired and killed all in one day.