In a luxurious private castle, the most beautiful, kindest woman in the world was playing the harp for a handsome blond man.
The man sipped his red wine, reclining on the sofa as he leisurely enjoyed the music.
He held four playing cards, each a jack of a different suit.
"My lord, Spades and Diamonds have failed." A green-haired man with a flat-top haircut stepped out onto the windowsill. He wore purple armor, with feathers lining the insides of his pauldrons.
Rip. The two corresponding cards were torn in half.
"No matter, Joker. Send the remaining two jacks to hunt him down."
Joker looked slightly worried. "But the Fist King Army is closing in, and both Ace and King have already fallen in battle. Sending our elites away at such a critical moment..."
"Hmm?" The man glanced at him, his tone rising.
Sweat poured off Joker. He hastily bowed and apologized. "I spoke out of turn. I'll see to it right away."
Then he turned and leaped out of the window.
"Heh. Let's see just how determined you are."
"He really hasn't given up on you. Do you think they'll beat him to death, Yuria?"
Clang...
A discordant note rang out, and the music abruptly stopped...
The woman remained silent.
"Hahahaha!" The man laughed wildly...
"Have you seen a man with seven scars on his body?"
"Have any of you seen him?"
"Useless, all of you! Get out there and find him!"
"Take them all away and put them to work."
A tall, lean leader rode in a vehicle, leading more than a thousand men on raids everywhere they went. Afterward, they would always interrogate the villagers.
The mark of the J of Clubs was stamped on his forehead.
Elsewhere.
An enormous fat man was also leading his men