Gunshots and incantations suddenly exploded, and a deafening roar erupted from the direction of the entrance hall.
The air currents stirred up by the battle surged in and slammed hard into Joseph Bonanno's back, not only chilling him from behind, but leaving his heart more than half cold as well.
He truly had not expected that just as the plan was about to begin, he would run straight into the worst situation he had imagined.
Fortunately, after all his years clawing his way through New York, even when faced with the worst, he had made preparations. He would not let himself be driven into a true dead end.
Joseph Bonanno and the others had already entered the room. He took a deep breath and made his voice as imposing as possible. "Profa, how are things over there?"
"Very bad!" The subordinate named Profa looked grim, his brows already knotted together. "Those hidden sentries told me... the attack didn't have the slightest effect."
Joseph Bonanno's expression turned grave as well. "Did they get a clear look at who was there?"
"Six people in total. Five of them are Wizards from the Magical Congress..." Profa said. "I'm afraid... the people we sent out earlier have already been subdued by them."
"Was it the sixth person?" Joseph Bonanno's eyes flickered. "With the strength of those five Magical Congress dogs, our people absolutely couldn't have failed!"
"I'm afraid so..." Profa nodded. "Those hidden sentries said... the five Magical Congress Wizards didn't act at all. It was the sixth person who blocked the attacks."
"Then blow this place up!" Joseph Bonanno closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. "In exactly ten seconds!"
"Then they..." Profa drew out his words, his gaze falling on Mrs. Appaloosa and the child, a ruthless glint flashing through