1168 Why Fear?

With their plan in motion, several teams scattered in different directions like crazy.

Some would be above land, while others would be underground.

It was dead dark, with no moonlight ahead.

The rainy clouds had taken over the entire scene.

So coupled with their all-black attire, it was tough to spot him or anyone else for that matter.

But this didn't relax their vigilance at all.

They kept hiding and scouting the area while advancing as well.

From there, they broke apart, with many teams just heading towards different regions around the vicinity.

With that, Death, Killian and 2 other leaders hastily led their team underground smoothly, meeting no enemy at sight.

Everything seemed to be going on well.

And within a desolate room in another building within the city's mid-Zone region, those undergoing finally popped their heads out, scanned the room and stepped out when they realized that the coast was clear.

The room had countless spider webs all around, with dusty furniture lying around carelessly too.

It looked like no one had been here in a very long time.

Thus, with no time to waste, everyone came out and ran through the corridors while still checking around from time to time too.

But in this life, nothing ever went as smoothly as planned.

"Stand where you are!"

~Bubuum!

Everyone's heart trembled loudly.

Who?

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~Creek. Creek. Creek.

The floor began squeaking faintly as everyone heard several footsteps calmly approaching them in an unhurried manner.

Instantly, Killian and Death's faces turned grim.

Just listening to the footsteps, one could see how confident the enemy was in meeting them.

Could it be that outside the building, they were already surrounded by countless enemies?

Moreover, how did they also know of this tunnel location?

Even the former city lords here were clueless about the real underground works of this city.

So how did these people know?

Who exactly was the enemy?

Everyone's mind spiralled with countless thoughts as they felt like they had just fallen into a trap.

And as the footsteps, few louder, Death squinted his eyes coldly while taking his daggers out.

Heh.

It was indeed getting too smooth of late.

So he had somewhat expected something of this nature to happen.

It was just that unbeknownst to him, the enemy had indeed been waiting for him to arrive.

After all, even though they noticed him last time and missed him due to his timely fleeing, the enemy still had a hunch that he would be back.

But they focused their attention more on the front of the city and all over regions that could be infiltrated.

Funny enough, they had neglected this tunnel path and only placed a measly 700 to guard it while other regions had thousands of people guarding it.

Marcus gazed at Death, Killian and the rest with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

How did they do it?

Which point of entry did they use?

It was impossible to scale the walls.

So the only conclusion was that they might've long infiltrated the city and had been hiding since then while waiting for their chance to strike.

Yes. This was the only logical explanation.

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Marcus looked at them and clapped mockingly.

~Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.

"Well done. You all managed to get this far, which has truly exceeded my expectations.

To think that you've been living within the peasant low-life regions of the city all this time that I've been searching for you!"

Death and the test heard him and knew that this guy had misunderstood things.

They came through the walls, okay?

Again, Death also noticed the accent and tested up greatly.

Morgs?

Then this was bad!

It wasn't just him who noticed the accent; some of his men and the Baymardians as well noticed the accent too.

Sure enough!

This Baron Cain had enlisted the help of Morgs.

But the question now was why they wanted to help him.

What could he offer that they would possibly want desperately?

This didn't make any sense!

And it was there and then that something clicked in Killian's mind.

"You're from the T.O.E.P, aren't you?"

"Oh?...."

Marcus gazed at Killian, with a hint of shock flickered across his eyes for just a second.

They knew of the Order?

How?

Who betrayed the Order and leaked out its information?

Could it be Alec before his death?

Or could it be Left Minister Dwell?

Marcus shook his head in denial.

No... Left Minister Dwell was too smart for that.

So, could it be one of Baron Cain's men?

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The more Marcus thought about it, the more firm his earlier decision to torture these people for info.

Instantly, the air around Marcus grew tense and cold.

"Good. Good. Good.

Congratulations! You all have piqued my interest. And believe me, it's rare for that to happen."

Everyone felt their fellows tighten up while listening to Marcus.

So he was really from the T.O.E.P?

Then didn't this mean that he was helping Baron Cain because Baron Cain was a member?

Death glanced at Killian for a bit, and the 2 seemed to be communicating with their eyes.

But no matter how much communication they did, Marcus wasn't bothered at all.

They did manage to get so far and slip through his defence, which had never happened in Pyno as a whole before.

However, so what?

No matter how much they hid, in the end, they still ended up getting caught and surrounded by his men outside.

And he didn't believe that these Pyno bastards would be able to do better than them.

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Marcus smiled at them lazily: "I suggest you all give up now, or you'll suffer far worse fates for wasting my time. So... If you're smart, you'll drop your weapons and step out cleanly now!"

Killian and the rest still acted as if they hadn't heard him, gripping their swords harder than before instead.

Killian looked at Marcus silently.

He and the Baymardians here were in charge of dealing with these people.

So why should he run even though they might've outnumbered them?

~Catchak!

Killian's guns moved.

Kill!