Plunkett kicked open the half-closed wooden door, and the gate burst open under the impact. Sea fog instantly poured in, and the old comrades of the 95th Regiment under Plunkett's command quickly followed, rushing into the backyard of Albion Villa.
The guards of Kensington Palace stationed in the backyard were originally chatting and joking. Seeing the situation, they were momentarily stunned.
After all, no one expected that someone would dare to forcibly intrude into the residence of a royal family member.
But they were carefully selected guards, and many of them, like Plunkett, were seasoned veterans discharged from the army. After a brief moment of shock, their professional instincts and habits ingrained from years in the military suddenly tightened their expressions.
"Stop them!"
Swords were drawn simultaneously, and the cold glint flashed under the dim lights. Accompanied by the rapid scraping of boots on the slippery stones, the guards charged towards Plunkett and his men.
