James and Alonzo were easily overrun in seconds, the both of them swinging with their fists and a briefcase to try and fight the other hunters back.

Stanley only laughed. “Oh, how cute, they think they’ll win,” he chortled before looking at one of the men. “I’ll be returning to London, be sure Edwin receives a similarly warm welcome.”

And with that, he left.

James growled as he was tackled to the ground.

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