C94 I Don't Need to Cooperate with Anyone!

The clamor of footsteps echoed from within the city gate, followed by a gruff voice: "Until now, it's always been me doing the killing. I can't believe someone has the nerve to stir up trouble on my turf."

With that, a middle-aged man clad in a brown robe emerged. At his side was the man who had been commanding the archers atop the city walls.

The man's features were sharp, his eyes fierce