Kisia was ailing, critically so. It had been invaded by the Harding family, the Temples, and South Land for far too long. The principle of ‘Break to Rebuild’ was necessary. In this fight, Robin was determined to settle scores with everyone, to restore Kisia to its former glory, even if he would be labeled as a ‘butcher’ in the annals of history.
“Come out,” Robin suddenly addressed a corner of the street.
“Man, I was just passing by, just passing by.”
From the street emerged a man with dyed yellow hair and ragged jeans, a self-assured grin on his face. He held a pack of cigarettes and had another one in his mouth. But his smile now held a hint of fear, a tinge of terror. He had, after all, witnessed this man, Robin, mercilessly killing the bodies now littering the surroundings.
“Come here,” Robin ordered.
The blond man didn’t want to approach; Robin seemed too dangerous. But he had to, for the only hope of survival lay in obedience. He felt he had no choice.
“Erm, sir, do you smoke?” The blond, trembling, asked as he walked over, offering his pack.
“Do you have anything better?” Robin queried.
“No… no.”
“Then you’re of no use to me.”
Robin unsheathed his knife again, its silvery hilt glowed eerily under the moonlight. The blond man fell to his knees with a thud, wailing, “Sir, I have… elders… and a three-year-old still nursing. If you kill me, he’ll lose his father.”
“A three-year-old still nursing?” Robin raised an eyebrow.
“No… no nursing,” feeling the cold blade, the blond hurriedly corrected.
“Do you have a child?”
“No… no…”
“Do you have a wife?”
“No… no…”
“Do you have elders at home?”
“No, I’m an orphan, I live alone.”
Under the pressure of Robin’s icy blade, the blond man quickly spilled the truth. He was an orphan with no parents, no wife, and no children. His previous pleas were all lies.
“What’s your name, and what’s your background?” Robin slyly put away his knife, “I don’t believe you just happened to be here.”
“Master, you’re wise, my admiration for you is like the endless river…” the blond man began to flatter Robin. He would have continued his praises if Robin hadn’t placed the blade back on his neck.
“My name is Chase Porter, they call me Weasel. I deal in information. Our people received your message and I was sent to scout. I didn’t expect…”
“You didn’t expect to be so inept that I would find you out, did you?”
“Hehe.” Chase Porter stroked his blond hair and laughed awkwardly.
But Robin didn’t buy his simple-minded act. No one who worked in intelligence in Mountland was naive. They were all cunning, especially this one, known as Weasel. He was surely sly and crafty. His demeanor didn’t fit with the image of a simpleton.
“You’re in intelligence, so you’re an ‘All-Knowing’, right?” Robin asked.
“Master, you are indeed wise and mighty…” The moment the blade moved, Chase Porter stopped.
“Tell me, who sent these four men?”
“Well… Master, our information has a clear price tag,” Chase Porter chuckled.
Then Robin laughed, “Your life is in my hands and you’re still talking about price tags. However, I’ll respect your rules. In exchange for this information, I’ll spare your life.”
This time, Robin put his sword away again.
“Hehe.” Chase Porter forced a laugh. He had no choice but to talk, “They were sent by Master Lewis, a retired godfather figure in Mountland. These four were his underlings, but they’re just small fries. He has quite a bit of power in Mountland, his reach extends far and wide.”
“If he’s so powerful, why did he let the Harding family take over Mountland?”
“The Harding family brought an army.”
Every city that the Harding family sought to control, they brought with them an overpowering army. For instance, the three thousand Red Flames were no ordinary soldiers, each one a high-level martial arts practitioner, all above the fourth level. And their soldiers were all well-trained, not something a regular practitioner could handle. These four ghost captains were only at the fifth level.
While they might be considered small fries, there wouldn’t be more than a hundred of them under Master Lewis, maybe not even fifty. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have sent such men to deal with Robin.
It’s clear that Master Lewis could handle ordinary people, but not someone like Robin, who had a large army that could trample Mountland. He stood no chance.
“Maybe MasterLewis never intended to resist in the first place,” Robin said casually.
Perhaps the Harding family offered attractive benefits, and Master Lewis might have betrayed them. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be after the Sword of Kings now. Although there were both good and bad people seeking the Sword of Kings, Robin was certain that Master Lewis was not a good person. These four assassins had a heavy murderous aura, having killed many people.
“Indeed, indeed.” Chase Porter nodded in agreement, looking extremely submissive.
“Where do you live?” Robin asked, tilting his head.
“Number 2, Rodent Street.”
“Good, I’ll come to find you tomorrow.”
“Ah!” Chase Porter was taken aback, wondering why Robin would come to find him.
But Robin didn’t explain. He simply left with Nina Houry, leaving behind a confused Chase Porter, who eventually walked away. Of course, he sold his information.
‘Ghost captains, annihilated in seconds. Owl’s strength is not to be underestimated.’
This piece of news began to circulate that night.
Dragon Bay.
In a riverside villa, a middle-aged man with no hair and a thin physique sat on a balcony chair, staring outside. A man in black stood behind him, head bowed, “Boss, we failed.”
“However, our people found out that Nightowl will be visiting Weasel tomorrow.”
The man in black reported. Weasel was one of their people. He had promptly relayed everything to them.
“We should plan an ambush at Weasel’s place. We must get the Sword of Kings. Whether I can control Mountland in the future depends on this.”
The bald, skinny man spoke ambitiously.
“Yes, Master Lewis.”
The man in black accepted the order.
This bald, skinny man was none other than Master Lewis, a notorious godfather in Mountland’s previous generation. He had already retired, but no one knew that the current boss was merely his puppet.
He was simply operating from the shadows this time.
As for this fight, he didn’t hold out much hope.