When An Nan Mr. appeared at the edge of the blockade with his trademark smile, both the Peace Officers and the military were somewhat dumbfounded.
"Why are you here, sir?"
An Nan Mr., who came waddling over while patting his little belly, still wore a cheerful smile, as if he were not on a battlefield at all, but in his own estate.
"Here. He almost got away."
The thing he casually tossed out was a dried human head. It struck the ground, leaving everyone stunned.
"This..."
"My once 'loyal' servant, one of my prospective butler candidates, and now one of the Wanted Criminals marked for execution. Since he betrayed my trust, he naturally had to pay a price."
His smile remained calm, but at this moment, it seemed somewhat savage.
The scene surprised the public servants present. It felt somewhat out of character, but upon reflection, it also seemed perfectly natural.
After all, if a wealthy merchant truly had no means or ability to protect himself, then he was just raising pigs—for someone else.
Whether An Nan Mr. had acted personally or sent capable people to resolve the issue, it was a good thing. It not only made his stance clear, but also eliminated the hidden danger of an escaped criminal running around and causing unrest. Those present even owed him a favor—their own explanation for their increased goodwill.
As for whether he had dealt with the man himself, that was hard to say. Since that person had been placed on the Wanted List for execution, anyone could kill him without triggering the rules of "Judgment." Even the Hounds would not bark at him.
"Everyone, you've worked hard fighting for my assets... cough, for the city."
As he spoke those subtle words, An Nan Mr. clapped his hands.
Several people