Derek quickly obtained information on the owners of the houses where the assassination attempt had taken place.
Sure enough, they were all properties that had once belonged to merchants of the Holy Cross Kingdom.
It was unlikely that the other side would leave any flaws in a place like this.
"Follow the list. Smash one shop for each of these families connected to the Holy Cross Kingdom.
As for these ones that have done business with the Holy Cross Kingdom, smash them all."
With local snakes helping out, some information was easy to dig up.
And Derek moved too quickly—so quickly that no one else even knew what he intended to do.
The soldiers guarding the city gate did not dare stop the Augusta Family's private soldiers. Viscount Derek had just been assassinated right before their eyes.
They were already too busy thinking about how to avoid trouble themselves. How could they dare say anything unnecessary?
However, they thought these knights had come to protect the viscount.
They never expected Derek to wave his hand, sending the wolfish knights charging into Pulan City's bustling streets.
Guided by the local snakes, they quickly found their targets.
"What are you doing? This is an Os Family shop. Don't you know that?"
A shop steward stepped forward. Perhaps he believed the noble name behind him was imposing enough, so he was not too afraid of these unfamiliar knights.
But what came at him was a rough sword scabbard.
"What are we doing? Fuck your mother. Smash the place."
The poor, helpless steward was knocked flat with a single blow, and iron boots trampled across his face one after another.
Faced with such ferocious knights, the other clerks in the shop trembled so badly they nearly helped smash up the store themselves.
Smash!
Anything