Mr. Credos?
Someone was swindling people in his master's name?
Wiggins instantly understood why Arthur had frowned.
Reputation mattered immensely in South Los, and even throughout South County.
Once someone's reputation was damaged, it became a grave affair.
It could even turn into a feud to the death.
"Sir, leave this to me!"
Brimming with confidence, Wiggins slapped the carriage and jumped down with the Umbrella Sword in hand-the carriage had already reached an entrance on the outskirts of Rat Street.
In other words, they were near Wiggins's home turf.
Here, Wiggins felt naturally secure.
More importantly, two of his underlings kept watch here every day.
In fact, the moment Wiggins jumped out of the carriage, both underlings ran over.
"Boss!"
The two youths Arthur had met once before greeted Wiggins, then charged into the alley without waiting for instructions.
When Hod and his two companions, who were in the middle of extorting someone, saw the youths, they shrank back.
One of them even cried out.
"They're Wiggins's men!"
Hod's expression darkened. Of course he knew Wiggins wasn't someone to mess with, but a mark like the one beside him was even harder to come by.
And it wasn't just about the money in the man's wallet.
So Hod decided to take the risk.
He drew a dagger from inside his coat.
Then he froze.
He had spotted Wiggins strolling into the alley.
He saw Wiggins draw a longsword from an umbrella.
Hod looked down at his rusty dagger, then at the gleaming longsword in Wiggins's hand, and his face tightened.
"Wiggins, we... Aah! Mommy!"
Deep down, Hod had already given up on this job, but he still wanted to salvage a little dignity. Yet barely had he opened his mouth when his words turned into a scream.
His two