Creak, creak!
With a grating noise that set teeth on edge, the rickety carriage entered Moon Street, pulled by a scrawny old horse.
The crowd behind it followed.
But when they saw the carriage stop outside 5 Moon Street and the "last scion of the Blood Clan" jump down and head inside, someone could no longer hold back-to these people, once the "last scion" entered 5 Moon Street, he would have the advantage of terrain. It was far better to deal with him here.
The next instant-
Stones the size of fingertips floated up from the ground, one after another.
Within a breath, over a hundred had gathered.
Another cloaked man stepped out of the shadows. First, he scanned the other pursuers around him who shared his objective.
His eyes held a warning.
Only when he saw the surrounding pursuers give way did he feel satisfied.
He turned toward the "Blood Scion" and spoke words he did not believe himself.
"I mean no harm. I only want to know the truth about what happened back then!"
Unfortunately, the "Blood Scion" turned a deaf ear and kept walking.
"Hmph!"
The man snorted and waved his hand.
At once, over a hundred stones shot forward, each carrying as much force as a musket ball. Fired together, they blanketed the "Blood Scion" like a volley from a Musketeer Company.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The whistling of projectiles filled the air. The rickety carriage was smashed to pieces, and the scrawny old horse collapsed with a wail before being battered into a bloody pulp and breathing its last.
But the "Blood Scion" dissolved into mist and vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already ten paces away, on the path inside the gates of 5 Moon Street.
Not only had he evaded the stones, but he