Volgograd (7)

The surrounding noble lords watched Ang use thunderous methods to subdue the two warriors, and their faces changed drastically as they hurriedly backed away.

In just a few seconds, a large open space had been cleared around him, as though the area around him had become forbidden ground.

The Marquis's expression darkened. All trace of a smile vanished from his face, and a suppressed flicker of anger passed through his eyes, though he still forced himself to remain composed.

Ang, meanwhile, casually dusted off his collar and strode out of the meeting room without looking back.

The moment the door closed, the oppressive atmosphere was released, and the meeting room immediately erupted into noise.

"He's far too arrogant!"

"He's utterly lawless! How dare he attack someone during a meeting!"

"He doesn't even care about basic noble etiquette! Someone like him must be severely punished!"

Everyone spoke over one another, anger and fear intertwined as emotions boiled over.

The Marquis waved a hand, cutting through the uproar. "Enough. Take the injured men away for treatment first."

The attendants hurried forward and carried the two warriors away.

Just as everyone had calmed down slightly, a young noble with a startled expression whispered, "He... he wasn't even wearing enchanted equipment just now. He subdued First-Order Warriors barehanded and broke all four of their limbs in an instant..."

An older noble beside him immediately tugged at him and advised in a low voice, "Don't say things carelessly at a time like this."

The air in the meeting room seemed to have been covered in frost, and everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts.

That burst of violence had made them realize that Viscount Ange was far more terrifying than the rumors suggested.

Meanwhile, Ang stood outside the command headquarters, exhaled deeply into the