章 833: The White Perch

Abaddon didn't have the time to spare a glare at Lyon's haughty words. He had indeed been taken to a tight spot by the latter. His status was not someone insignificant for his presence here meant business was about to be held. However, seeing the two of their aces were facing the floor and tied up, it was not the situation.

"Burning Fist! What is the meaning of this?!" said one of the adventurers from the guild. "Why are Amsel and Boto both tied up with their eyes facing backward?!"

"I-uh," Abaddon was tongue-tied. He wasn't ready to face the masses at all, nor was he suspecting that Lyon will use him this way.

"Well, there has been a misunderstanding," said Lyon.

"And who are you?" asked one of the guild members.

"Hey wait, I know him! He was the one challenging Boto at the entrance," said one of the adventurers as he pointed at Lyon with his finger.

"Are you a fan?" asked Lyon as he inevitably made the situation worse.