The hunter became the hunted

The Clay Golem's appearance also spurred both groups into action, especially the Mercenaries lurking in the shadows, waiting to swoop in after the others had done the work. Afraid that further delays would bring more unforeseen trouble, they exchanged glances and immediately prepared to strike ahead of schedule.

By then, Green had ordered the Clay Golem to run more than three hundred meters away and hide behind an old five-story building. At the same time, he summoned a Wailing Banshee and sent her over, invisible, to scout the situation.

When the Clay Golem first charged out, Green had actually intended to simply bulldoze through, knock aside the men in black, storm into the bank, and haul away everything of value.

But as he charged out, still a few dozen meters from the Royal Bank, a sense of extreme danger suddenly surged through him. That fleeting premonition made Green's hair stand on end. Ever since he advanced to Formal Rank, his mental strength had steadily increased, and his spiritual perception had grown sharper, giving him an exceptionally keen sense of approaching danger.

Something's wrong! Green immediately ordered the Clay Golem to keep running straight past, abandoning his original plan to force his way in.

What was that just now? Something hiding inside the Royal Bank? Could it be another Legendary Rank powerhouse? Green was aghast. As far as he knew, there were currently only three Legendary powerhouses in all of Faerun City—High Priest Sonic, Director Hiddink, and Dean Nikolayevich. All three were over by the Space-Time Gate, so none of them should have been here!

With those doubts weighing on him, Green investigated through the Wailing Banshee's eyes.

The men in black carrying goods out of the bank could not sense an existence on that level. Ignorance truly was bliss: they