Martin didn't bother to acknowledge him and glanced at Troy. "We can pretty much confirm it now. Go ahead and capture him, dead or alive."
Troy gave a cold smirk and nodded, pulling out a dagger from his coat, its blade gleaming ominously in the moonlight.
The moment Rat saw the dagger in Troy's hand, his face blanched, and panic washed over him.
"Run!" The thought flashed through Rat's mind as he spun around, ready to flee.
But he had barely taken two steps when a shadow behind him swung a club, striking him on the head.
"Ah!" Rat let out a piercing scream and collapsed in agony.
The person behind Rat grabbed him and tossed him into the middle of the crowd. It was Noam, whom Martin had strategically placed there earlier.
"Rat, got anything to say now? If you weren't guilty, why run
