The player with the ID Ironclad Justice straightened his black leather armor and adjusted the Inquisitor Attendant Medal hanging on his chest to make it more conspicuous. Five players lined up neatly behind him, and he politely knocked three times.
The knocking on the wooden back door of a house in a dark alley soon brought hurried footsteps and someone's crude curses.
"Who the fuck is it? What suicidal bastard is banging on the door in broad daylight? Don't you know this is the Black Snake Gang's... huh?"
Seeing six fully armored players before him, the gang member who opened the door froze, his brain grinding to a halt. His dull mind simply couldn't process what was happening.
"Hello, we're the Inquisition Special Task Force. Here's our search warrant."
Ironclad Justice, standing at the front, smiled and displayed his medal.
"Your premises are suspected of involvement in illegal fundraising, money laundering, and several other offenses."
With that, Ironclad Justice thoughtfully straightened the dumbstruck gang member's collar, then gently added,
"Any objections? No? Then it's time for you to die."
The gang member behind the door opened his mouth wide. Before he could sound the alarm, a player behind Ironclad Justice lunged forward and drove his arming sword straight into the man's heart, killing him with a single thrust.
After killing the doorman, the six players filed inside, moving with the practiced ease of people returning home.
Ironclad Justice kicked open the door to the inner hall. The wooden door crashed down, startling the dozen or so gang members gathered around a large basin, eating breakfast.
Holding black bread, they all turned their heads at once, their expressions swiftly shifting from anger to terror... Six fully armed Foot Knights suddenly bursting in through the back door was beyond anything they could