The City Lord's Promise

While Yang Bo logged out of the game to eat and drink with Su Wei, Annie, and Siya,

outside Green City in the Second World, the Thieves Guild camp finally quieted down.

The guild members could only watch as the city walls remained brightly lit.

Their ears were filled with the cries of their own injured members as their wounds were treated.

Everyone felt dejected, because they all knew those bastards on the walls were repairing the damage from the day.

Yesterday, the thieves had been smug and brimming with confidence, believing they would make a fortune this time.

With thirty catapults and over ten thousand stone projectiles, they had more than enough firepower to breach the wall before them.

As long as the projectiles smashed through the outer bricks and stones, the inside would naturally collapse.

Yet after only one night, the situation had undergone a shocking reversal.

Why had these thieves gathered together? Of course, to get rich—for Gold Coins.

Now, not only was getting rich out of the question, but they also faced the risk of injury and death.

Of the hundred-plus people assigned to the nighttime raid, nearly every one who returned had been hit by arrows. The seriously wounded had several arrows sticking out of them.

As for those who had not returned, there was no need to mention them.

More importantly, they had lost another five catapults! Of course, whether they still had catapults or not, no one had any confidence left.

Naturally, some people had begun to consider retreating.

Inside one tent in the camp were the same four men who had held women and drunk wine the night before. But unlike last night, all four wore miserable expressions.

"Thirty-two people involved in the raid never came back. Of the remaining ninety-plus, every