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"Huh?"
Tom, wearing a beret and a short jacket, stared blankly at the figure who had drawn a weapon and was walking toward him.
Two fully armored knights quickly followed behind.
They crossed the street without the slightest hesitation, coming straight toward him.
The movement and sound of Lin Hao drawing his sword had even drawn the attention of quite a few people on the street.
Most of those living near Walenti Avenue were nobles and merchants. This was one of the most prosperous streets in the Plas City-State.
Most passersby here were servants running errands for nobles and merchants, or important figures themselves out for a stroll.
Lin Hao's sudden action certainly attracted plenty of attention.
Quite a few people recognized the family crest, too, and some began whispering among themselves.
"Is that Baron Lingke? Has he arrived already?"
"He's so handsome."
"Yes, that's him. I heard the city lord even had an extra invitation to his banquet sent out especially for him."
"I had the honor of attending the same salon as him today. He's a knowledgeable gentleman with a witty, refined manner of speaking."
"Why has he drawn his sword?"
"A noble shouldn't handle such trivial matters himself."
"Things are rather different over by the Great Swamp, aren't they..."
"That fellow looks like a gang member."
Seeing Lin Hao approach so openly, quite a few people watched with curiosity.
But the thug who had merely been keeping watch suddenly felt as though the sky had gone dark as Lin Hao approached.
It was as if a vicious dragon crouched behind him, its enormous eyes fixed on Tom. Every step Lin Hao took seemed to land directly on his heart.
Even his attempt to turn and flee froze.
What's going on?