El Rezak’s eyes are shooting sparks, and his whole body is trembling in anger.
“You miserable dogs,” he says. “I will have your throats ripped out for this.”
“If you so much as a move or make a sound, I will shoot you between the eyes,” Teuns warns. “You will do as you are told. Otherwise, you die.”
El Rezak is amazed when he sees how more Legion men appear from behind the crates and other boxes, fully armed and as cool as cucumbers. There are about ten of them, and one of them is the biggest man El Rezak has ever seen.
Fritz Mundt nears him slowly and says. “Quite a nasty surprise you had received now, Your Highness, would not you say?”
“Where is the main army under Madame Bonnet’s command?” Teuns asks suddenly, but the tall, arrogant Arab just looks at him with an audacious little s
