Bab 314: Interaction

Amon narrowed his eyes at the newcomer, feeling a bit of hostility. He couldn't help but observe them a bit more closely. 

Looking at their straight postures and stern auras, Amon's eyebrows rose a little.

Soldiers.

A natural hostility between opposing forces, perhaps? 

Perhaps they'd heard of his… management methods and had a dislike for him. 

Who knew. Maybe there was even someone here who had actively hunted him in Terran, though thanks to the vast network left by the previous generations, he was never threatened by this nor had he ever cared.

But that didn't matter to him, those people never succeeded back in Terran, they wouldn't be able to touch him here. 

Amon believed in self-interest triumphed over everything, first and foremost. In fact, not a few of his current cronies were once soldiers-turned-mercenaries.