Alistair shook his head. “I believe you were banished by the Beggar's Sect, no? What are you still doing here?”Conan let out a harsh, guttural laugh, spitting on the asphalt. "Banished? We were discarded like trash because of a nobody like you! Do you have any idea what life is like outside the protection of the Beggar's Sect? We'll have to crawl through the mud just to survive!”"Fortunately for us," Benjamin added, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light, "That fool Beggar John is too softhearted, he thought we would just need his words and leave. But of course, there's no way we would do that without dealing with you, the bastard responsible for our current predicament.”As he spoke, the other eight thugs began to brandish their guns, ready to shoot the moment Benjamin gave the word. Alistair couldn't help but be amused. “Only a fool would go as far as to blame someone else for the troubles they caused with their own hands.”“Who the hell are you calling a fool?! Courting death!