Fragile Defenses

When Rory and the City Lord noticed the movements at the City Lord's Mansion and hurried back, "Lai" had already left twenty minutes earlier.

The City Lord wore a lightweight black combat outfit, and his expression was nearly as dark as his clothes.

"Who dared lay a hand on me?"

As the City Lord of Bohan, the first thing he needed was authority. Without authority, if he was no stronger than those defected third-tier Professionals, he would have no way to keep them quiet.

On ordinary days, the City Lord had established Bohan's authority by winning over a group of third-tier Professionals, distributing benefits, and displaying his methods.

He had assumed that no third-tier Professional would dare cause trouble at his City Lord's Mansion.

Yet the scene before him now left him with no choice but to believe that a third-tier Professional had done this.

According to the servants who reported it, someone had broken into the City Lord's Mansion, spent only three minutes inside, and then left. The results were beyond what even one second-tier Professional could have accomplished—perhaps not even three of them could have done it.

"This..."

Rory looked at Richard lying on the ground before him, along with the second-tier guards at his side. Black Claw was here as well.

The causes of death were strikingly identical. Every one of them had a large hole torn through their back, blood pouring from it, and even now, the bleeding showed no sign of slowing.

This method immediately made Rory think of someone, but the moment he did, he instinctively felt that it could not have been that person.

"How could it be him?" Rory muttered, still unable to believe it.

"Rory, do you know who did this?" The City Lord turned his gaze toward Rory, his face