"Run!! General Grievous is back!!" A cry of alarm rose from the crowd. Shops around the street hurriedly shut their doors, bars threw all their customers out, and anyone with a vehicle at hand immediately jumped aboard and sped away.
General Grievous came charging in from behind the crowd like a madman, wielding four Lightsabers with his four arms and killing anyone he saw. His mechanical shell had suffered considerable damage, and even the metal mask on his face had been struck by a blaster bolt, leaving a section broken away to expose the mechanical structure beneath.
The Lightsabers in his hands spun with his mechanical arms like four propellers. At such high speed, even the slightest touch meant being torn to pieces!
The rapidly spinning Lightsabers even formed a shield, and no blaster bolt could penetrate them.
Faced with such a killing machine, none of the mercenaries, adventurers, and smugglers who made their living on Nal Hutta had the nerve to step forward. Besides, many had already recognized him—this was General Grievous, the Supreme Military Commander of the Separatists! The ruthless man who commanded hundreds of millions of battle droids in the Confederacy of Independent Systems!
Though General Grievous appeared to be alone now, who knew whether he might suddenly make a call and have hundreds of warships jump in to surround Nal Hutta?
Over the past two days, General Grievous had slaughtered more than a thousand people here. But for Nal Hutta, with its population of over a hundred billion and an extremely high proportion of transient residents, that was not even a drop in the ocean. It merely made the Hutt uneasy to know that the Supreme Military Commander of the Confederacy of Independent Systems was roaming about here.
However, the Hutt had more pressing matters to