Night lay thick as ink over the plaza outside the City Lord's Mansion's top-tier private banquet hall, filtering even the moonlight down to a few cold rays.
At the end of the red carpet leading to the banquet hall, countless soldiers stood ready in grim formation, firearms in hand, as still and imposing as statues beneath the night.
A security cordon had long been set up outside the City Lord's Mansion, with a large crowd of reporters gathering beyond it after catching wind of the news.
Myriad Wealth Capital was rich, and that had made its entertainment industry especially developed. All manner of news agencies had sprung up like mushrooms after rain.
"Didn't you say Cunning Rabbit used Nanobombs to take all of Myriad Wealth Capital's upper brass hostage?"
A general stared strangely at the brightly lit banquet hall, where melodious music and laughter drifted intermittently through the windows.
"Why are they still holding a banquet in there?"
The soldiers exchanged glances at the general's question.
"Sir, when we first went in, Cunning Rabbit really did use Nanobombs to hold everyone hostage. He even killed people. We just don't know why they've started singing and dancing again."
"Should we send someone in to take a look?"
The general nodded. "Fine. You go."
"Huh? Me?" The soldier pointed at himself in astonishment, regretting opening his mouth so badly his guts turned green.
"Quit your nonsense. Take a few men and check it out!"
Under the general's sharp glare, he had no choice but to lead a small squad cautiously toward the banquet hall.
The upper ranks of Myriad Wealth Capital had been taken hostage. That was unprecedented. If they mishandled this and caused casualties among the important figures inside, their careers would be over for good.
So they could only be