At this moment, the familiar scene provoked him, Modus's sharp killing intent almost bursting out.
Adira raised an eyebrow slightly, a playful curve tugging at his lips, like an audience finally awaiting the start of a grand show. He even leisurely adjusted the strap of his lute, ready to enjoy the drama that might unfold.
Fight! Fight!
I want to see rivers of blood flow!
Ye Mingqiu's expression remained unchanged, like a mountain covered in eternal ice and snow. He turned around and was the first to walk out of the inn, with Modus and Adira following closely behind.
On the street, the crowd, both fearful and curious, formed a spacious semicircle.
In the center, a few soldiers dressed in the kingdom's tax officer uniforms, yet behaving like bandits, were cursing in the filthiest language while swinging iron-covered wooden sticks, violently beating a mother and her son.
