At the edge of the Strip, a well-built man was running with all his might, heading toward the inner part of the wet, barren land. His speeding figure was a blur, and his face was visibly frantic.
"Damn it, Drai! Why must you deny this old man's wish!?" Max furiously remarked amidst his running. "I even told you my will, you rascal! How could I face my grand-niece if I let her future husband die like this?!"
Although Max knew Drai wouldn't necessarily die—since the enforcer's goal was likely to capture him alive for interrogation—he was pretty sure the lad would never willingly comply. Instead, Drai would rather risk his life and fight back than endanger his companions and Madeleine by allowing himself to be captured.
However, as in certain cases, dying might actually be better than becoming a captive. That was why Max desperatedly tried getting back to Drai—he found both outcomes equally horrifying.
