Layton Manor's guest villa, outer hall.
Unlike the solemnity outside the villa, the hall was filled with decorations and reliefs inlaid with gold and gemstones.
A silver-purple crystal chandelier hung suspended overhead.
Sculptures carved from an unknown precious green mineral stood tall.
Beyond that, gold filled the eye.
Even the priceless Devil Ram's Horn hung on an inconspicuous wall like an ordinary decoration.
Luxurious. Wealthy.
It was wealth visible to the naked eye.
The bandits who had stumbled into this room were overwhelmed.
They had no idea which item to look at first.
Their eyes were filled with curiosity and greed.
Which one should they carry away later?
That sculpture couldn't be made of gold, could it?
That was amethyst from the peak of a cliff! It was worth five hundred million Jenie!
"Brothers, be quick with your hands later. Take whatever you can carry," the leader said, wiping away his drool, his desire plain to see. "Smash whatever you can't take!"
Since they could not have it, they could not let anyone else have it either.
But before they could make a move, urgent, violent knocking suddenly sounded outside the door.
The dozen or so men had barely turned around when they saw the wooden doors being smashed apart by force.
That was golden nanmu wood! A door that large could sell for at least five hundred thousand Jenie!
The pain had only just surfaced in their eyes when, before the bandits could question these "colleagues," the people opposite them spoke first.
"Layton House is certainly lively today."
With those words, a group dressed in black trench coats filed in, their movements perfectly synchronized.
They held identical submachine guns and lined up on both sides.
In less than ten seconds, the modestly sized hall had been filled with these