Kill, or...? Run away? Staying might not mean death, but it’s far too passive. If there’s another option, of course you’d choose it. For example, escape! Although you might still die, at least the initiative is in your own hands. A smart person would choose the latter.

The desire to survive can make people unleash their greatest strength. Suddenly, one of the assassins swept his leg, kicking up a flurry of snow, then quickly retreated backward.

Attack that woman and her servant, Old Butler? No, that’s impossible. Now, not a single one of these ten people has the guts to show their weapon to that woman and the butler in tails, Old Butler.

So, the only choice is to run!

Driven by their fear of death, their feet finally started to move.

Once one person took the lead, the rest seemed to wake from a dream, all fleeing into the distance.

“Dracula.” Grace Bennett stood up, holding the young man, and called out coldly.

“Please rest assured, Miss. Not a single one of these guys will escape.” Old Butler said softly, but the confidence in his words was obvious to anyone.

Old Butler took off his gloves and aimed at the dozen or so fleeing men.

However, just at that moment—

Swish, swish, swish!! A rain of black arrows suddenly fell from the sky!

The retreating assassins had no chance to react, not even a chance to dodge.

Have you ever seen a locust plague? This volley of arrows was just like that, blotting out the sky. It completely sealed off any space for the ten fleeing assassins to dodge or maneuver.

In an instant, the remaining ten assassins were all pinned to the snowy ground. Each assassin’s body was bristling with hundreds of arrows, like a hedgehog.

After the arrows stopped, a squad of belated black-armored swordsmen slowly walked over.

When the seven remaining silver-armored swordsmen saw this squad, their expressions became very complicated. This squad of black-armored swordsmen was none other than the long-awaited Black Armored Imperial Guards.

Looking at this belated reinforcement, the silver-haired woman Grace Bennett frowned.

But even as she frowned,

That frown itself was breathtakingly beautiful and elegant.

Grace Bennett felt angry—these ten or so people were the ones she had kept alive to interrogate, but this rain of arrows...

Almost at the same moment Grace Bennett frowned, Old Butler’s eyes flashed with a fierce light, a cold smile appearing on his face. At this moment, he truly looked a bit like a demon.

No matter who it is, if anyone in this world dares to trouble the young lady, he can tear off his layer of elegance at any time. He doesn’t mind at all letting the young lady’s enemies see just how brutal he is beneath that refined exterior.

When he saw Miss Grace Bennett frown, the captain of the silver-armored swordsmen, George Washington, was also startled.

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through his mind. For example, how did so many assassins manage to sneak into Fallen City so easily?

Why did it take so long for the city’s Black Armored Imperial Guards to arrive after so much fighting?

And when they did arrive, why didn’t they ask anything, but immediately unleashed a rain of arrows?

It seems... things aren’t going to end so easily???

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PS: Hmm, some people are worried and ask, with the female lead being so awesome, can our classmate Ethan Brooks really stand up like a good dad?

Well, what’s there to be afraid of? If he couldn’t, what would Ethan Brooks be doing as the protagonist?? He’d have been written off ages ago! Don’t you think? Haha.

I’ll post another chapter around ten o’clock. For now, I’m padding the word count to get on the new book rankings. Please cast your precious vote when the time comes.

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Chapter 7: What’s It Got to Do with Me

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Hmm, made it onto the newcomer rankings. Just checked, and it’s around 30th place. There are still a few days left this week, so let’s all work a bit harder and see how high we can climb during this week’s “streaking,” haha.

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“It’s the Black Armored Fallen Swordsmen. These **** guys finally showed up.” The seven battered and bruised silver-armored swordsmen saw the black-armored troops rushing over from afar, but didn’t know whether to welcome them or go up and hack down these bastards who were slower than snails. At this moment, the seven silver-armored swordsmen felt like their hearts were a jumble of emotions—nothing felt right.

The Black Armored Fallen Swordsmen are the city’s defense force. In addition to swords, they’re also equipped with multi-barreled repeating crossbows. That overwhelming rain of arrows just now was fired by this squad of about a hundred black-armored Fallen Swordsmen.

Fallen City, the oldest city in history, a city independent of imperial authority. It doesn’t belong to any country, yet it influences every nation on the continent. The power accumulated by such an ancient city over a thousand years is considerable. In the past, no one who dared to come here to assassinate ever made it out alive. This is no ordinary city.

The conflict Old Butler imagined didn’t happen, because at the very front of the belated Black Armored Imperial Guard Swordsmen, a man stepped forward.

He was a middle-aged man in heavy black armor, hurrying over with a look of anxiety on his face.

“City Lord!” The seven silver-armored swordsmen quickly spotted the middle-aged man. He was none other than the current Lord of Fallen City, Robert Parker, father of the young city lord. They hadn’t expected the City Lord himself to come, so the seven silver-armored swordsmen hurried forward to salute.