Ninth Royal Uncle's words meant that as long as Lord Tyre released her, he had no intention of continuing the fight. Tyre City was losing ground, reinforcements still hadn't arrived, and Lord Tyre, afraid that Nolan really would kill everyone to silence them, didn't want to fight anymore. Hearing Nolan's words, he couldn't possibly refuse.
The two quickly reached an agreement right at the gates of the City Lord’s mansion. Their harmonious, friendly manner made it seem as if it hadn’t been their people fighting to the death just moments ago…
"Ninth Royal Uncle, please wait a moment. I’ll have someone bring Miss Feng over right away," Lord Tyre said politely, signaling to Hugh Kane and Sean Young to fetch Serena and tidy her up.
Even if Hugh Kane and Sean Young were usually slow to catch on, at this moment they understood Lord Tyre’s meaning. But as soon as they moved, they were blocked by the Eight Commanders under Ninth Royal Uncle’s command.
"Ninth Royal Uncle, what’s the meaning of this?" Lord Tyre’s face darkened, clearly displeased with Nolan’s actions.
If not for the situation, how could the City Lord of Tyre let someone attack his home and still have to grovel? Lord Tyre considered himself to have conceded enough—he’d only imprisoned one of Nolan’s women, yet was paying such a bitter price.
"It’s nothing. Lord Tyre, just take me there yourself. No need to waste time going back and forth. You wouldn’t want my troops lingering here, would you?"
This was a threat—a blatant, undisguised threat. Even with Lord Tyre’s composure, he couldn’t help but lose his temper.
Ninth Royal Uncle was really going too far.
"Young Master, think of the bigger picture," Mr. Sage quietly reminded. Nolan shot him a cold glance, and Mr. Sage quickly lowered his head.
Lord Tyre forced a stiff smile and said, "Ninth Royal Uncle, the place where Miss Feng is being held is a confidential location in Tyre City. It’s not convenient to bring you there."
"No problem. Once I’ve seen it, you can just choose a new secret spot next time," Nolan replied, completely ignoring Lord Tyre’s refusal and determined to go himself.
He wanted to see for himself exactly where Lord Tyre had locked up Serena—so he’d know how to deal with it next time.
"Ninth Royal Uncle, don’t push me too far!" Lord Tyre growled through gritted teeth, his face twisted with anger.
Nolan gave a cold, thin smile, his icy gaze meeting Lord Tyre’s. "Lord Tyre, you ruined my banquet, kidnapped my woman, and tried to use me as a pawn—who’s really gone too far? Lord Tyre, I don’t mind staying in Tyre City for as long as I please."
If he wanted to bully, he’d bully all the way. If Eastlyn’s Ninth Royal Uncle took up residence in Tyre City, would it even be Tyre City anymore? Lord Tyre had to think carefully.
Crash— As soon as Nolan finished speaking, the Black Riders stepped forward as one. Just that single step sent a wave of pressure that made Tyre City’s soldiers’ legs go weak…
The soldiers of Tyre City wanted to say: it’s not that our army is weak—it’s that the enemy is too strong.
When it came to shamelessness and threats, Lord Tyre was no match for Nolan. In the end, Lord Tyre lost and reluctantly nodded, "Since Ninth Royal Uncle is in such a hurry, I’ll personally lead you there."
For the first time, Lord Tyre regretted his actions. If he’d known things would turn out like this, he’d have just tossed Serena into a regular room. Why bother with a secret cave? If Nolan saw the miserable state Serena was in down there and lost control, it would be a disaster…