Reckless and Lawless
"Truly boring..."
Sylla sat up from the bed and glanced at the woman beside him, her eyes vacant and filled with despair...
Though her breathing was faint, she was not dead yet. Still, she was no different from a corpse, like a walking dead. This had left him unsatisfied. She had only struggled at the beginning; afterward, she had lain there like a corpse, letting him do whatever he wanted.
Sylla then kicked the woman beside him away, showing no intention of holding back. Having once sent dozens of Imperial Fist Temple disciples flying by himself, he possessed no small amount of strength. With a single kick, he sent the woman hurtling into the wall...
Even the wall cracked. The woman was not so fortunate—she died on the spot...
Sylla did not take it seriously at all. It had merely been a passing whim. After getting dressed and rising from the bed, he had barely taken two steps when... he stepped on a corpse. Looking down, Sylla saw that it was the woman's husband.
Although the Assassination Unit had been destroyed by Night Raid, Sylla still did not consider Night Raid particularly powerful. That could only mean... the Assassination Unit had been too weak.
After returning to the Empire and learning of his father's concerns, he had taken the mission to capture Night Raid for himself. He would show his father, the minister, his strength and methods.
For the past two days... he had led the Wild Dogs around openly, deliberately exposing himself in hopes of luring Night Raid out. Yet for some reason, no one from Night Raid had appeared so far.
He had also received some information that Night Raid had appeared in the slums several times, so... he had come here to wander