At the entrance.
Robin’s long knife, and Nightowl’s exclusive weapon, had been returned, but the enforcement captain didn’t dare to leave. He was frozen at the entrance, not daring to move a muscle. Even with Robin’s long knife withdrawn, he still didn’t dare to move.
Because he knew that his speed of escape couldn’t compare to Master Nightowl’s speed of drawing his blade. So, he didn’t dare to move.
At this moment, a young man emerged from the entrance. His every movement exuded the demeanor of someone who had accomplished great things. When the people around him saw this man, they all respectfully greeted him, “Mr. Dylan.”
“Mr.” is not “Master.”
In the Harding family, only direct descendants with rights of inheritance were addressed as “Master.” The person Robin had previously killed, was Master Hue from the Harding family.
So, in reality, Dylan Harding should be grateful to Robin. Grateful that Robin had eliminated a major threat for him.
However, the current Dylan Harding was unaware that the person standing in front of him was the very War God of Kisia whom they greatly feared, Robin.
“You are Owl, ranked thirty-eight on the Darkboard?” Dylan Harding stepped forward and asked.
Just then, with a bang, Robin opened the car door and stepped out. His appearance took Dylan Harding aback. Wearing a trench coat, he stood tall and straight. A couple of buttons on his chest were undone, revealing a black dragon tattoo that wound around from his chest, up his neck, and spread across his face. The entire image gave him a very cold and ruthless vibe.
A cold-blooded killer. This indeed fit the image of ‘Owl’, which made Dylan Harding not doubt him.
Then, Robin spoke, “You are Dylan Harding?” There was no trace of respect in his voice. It was different from how Dylan had addressed him. It was filled with indifference and a killer’s intent. However, Dylan Harding understood. After all, this was not a political figure.
This was a killer, someone who made a living through killing. No need for manners. If someone disrespected them, they simply killed them.
“Yes.” Dylan Harding nodded in confirmation. He then looked curiously at Nina Houry inside the car and asked, “And who might this be?”
At that moment, Nina Houry also stepped out of the car and stood behind Robin. She bowed her head and said, “I am Master Nightowl’s servant.”
“Servant?” Dylan Harding took a glance at Nina Houry, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes.
A killer? With a servant? This combination was indeed strange. But when it comes to killers, any quirks can be understood. He could have someone probe this young girl later. At such a critical time, anyone coming to Mountland should be on guard. Maybe this Owl is an impersonation. “Please, come into the city,” Dylan Harding gestured.
Only then did the trio enter Mountland. After entering, they found that Mountland was not in chaos, there was no crime, and it was as crowded and bustling as usual. The only inconvenience was the layers of checks required for entering and exiting the city.
Next, they got into Dylan Harding’s Rolls Royce; their accommodation was in the center of Mountland. They needed to cross the entire city.
“Do you find Mountland different from the rumors outside?” Dylan Harding sat on the car’s sofa, holding a glass of red wine, shaking it slightly, and said elegantly, “The outside world has rumored that my Harding family has taken control of seventeen cities, causing chaos, cruelty, and unbearable suffering for the people. But where is the suffering? You’ve seen the people outside; there’s no difference. My Harding family has never mistreated them.”
“For the lower class, it doesn’t matter who’s on top, as long as they live well. So why can’t the ruler of Kisia be my Harding family? My Harding family has geniuses and talents in all aspects, just like Mountland. We dismissed the original team, managed the place ourselves, and it’s still well-organized. No chaos has ensued.”
“So, our Harding family deserves to be the master of Kisia. With us here, Kisia might live better, just like Mountland, isn’t it?” Dylan Harding was extremely self-confident.
He was arrogant, believing that if he or the Harding family ruled Kisia, it would elevate Kisia to another level, unlike those ignorant people.
Robin didn’t speak, no, Nightowl didn’t speak. Dylan Harding wasn’t wrong, Mountland was still the same as before, even better because Dylan Harding had formed a security team and law enforcement team.
However, the Harding family did one thing that made them unforgivable: their collusion with foreign races.
For many years in Kisia, the people have been proud, and no dynasty has dared to collude with foreigners. Yet, the Harding family has done this. Perhaps they have many capable people, and their rule might be better.
But this family has no integrity. Just like this plan. They can endure, and they are good at retreating. Perhaps retreating for a while is right, but if this goes on for a long time, Kisia will lose its spirit and fighting will. Just like St. Sunday.
They had the power to fight, but when the enemy came, the first thing they thought of was surrender. They didn’t want to disrupt their decadent lifestyle.
Moreover, the Harding family’s plan this time caused the deaths of countless people in the South Province. This could not be forgiven. No matter the era, power struggles are not wrong, but bringing in foreigners to slaughter their own people is something everyone can’t tolerate.
No matter how the Harding family explains, this is the reason why Robin and others oppose this family.
Power struggles are fine. But colluding with foreigners, kill!
In Robin’s eyes, the Harding family had already made it onto his kill list.
However, at this time, Owl didn’t say anything. Anything he said would not be in his interest. In the end, Dylan Harding seemed to be probing and asked him, “What do you think, Mr. Owl?”
“It doesn’t matter to me. If the Harding family wins, so be it. If the War God of Kisia wins, so be it. I just need to kill and get paid, that’s enough, isn’t it?” Owl smirked, giving a wicked smile.
“You’re right.” Dylan Harding agreed.
Dylan Harding nodded, then suddenly leaned into Nina Houry’s face, somewhat threateningly, “So, little girl, what do you think? Should the Harding family win, or should the War God of Kisia win?”
“Rain is Master Nightowl’s person. I do whatever Master Nightowl wants me to do.” Nina Houry was startled inwardly. But after all, she was a person who had seen the world, mixing with the War God, Robin, every day. Moreover, she was an actress, an actress who aspired to surpass Cain Johnson. She raised her head, leisurely looking directly at Dylan Harding, and slowly spoke.