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"Boom, boom, boom!" The windows on the first floor of the tavern were all shattered, and the back door was kicked off its hinges. Immediately afterward, two people were thrown inside. Upon closer inspection, people quickly jumped back, realizing they were two headless corpses. Judging by their clothing, they were thugs from some gang.

A group of soldiers swarmed in from the entrance, surrounding the gang leaders. The soldiers wielded gleaming scimitars, the blades stained with blood.

The gang members inside the tavern actually outnumbered the soldiers. However, they didn't dare to act rashly because at least ten heavy crossbows were aimed at them through the empty windows. They had no choice but to grab their weapons and confront the soldiers, though a few clever ones immediately overturned tables and chairs to use as cover.

"Clap, clap, clap..." With a round of applause, the soldiers at the door parted to make way for two figures dressed in black hooded robes.

The one in front reached up and pulled back his hood, revealing a young face. Becket smirked and said, "Gentlemen, I've long wanted to meet you all. Too bad you don't seem to appreciate the sentiment. Since you're all gathered together today, I decided to come."

Mordiak said, "Lord Becket, we're just small fries. Are you trying to make enemies of us with this display? You should know that we all have backers."

Becket laughed loudly. "Hahaha, make enemies of me? Do you even qualify? You're just a bunch of insects. Even if I crushed you all, your masters wouldn't dare raise their voices at me. Just a bunch of has-beens, not even worthy to lick a real noble's boots."

"Alright, why waste so much breath on them? It makes us sound like the big bad villains. We represent His Majesty and stand for justice, eliminating these outlaws," Liu Yuan said, shoving him. Then, he ordered the soldiers, "These are the ringleaders of evil, guilty of countless misdeeds, and their crimes are unforgivable. The Prime Minister has ordered that none shall be spared." Then, he grabbed Becket by the collar and dragged him out of the tavern, as Becket was eager to get involved personally.

Liu Yuan scolded him incessantly, "You're a father now! Can't you be more mindful? You're an official now, not a general. This isn't a battlefield, and you don't need to charge into the fray. The environment inside the tavern is so cramped. Are the soldiers supposed to fight the enemy or protect you?" Behind them, the tavern erupted in shouts of fighting.

Becket said gloomily, "I haven't fought since the last rebellion. I feel like my swordsmanship has deteriorated."

Liu Yuan said, "That's easy to fix. We don't have much to do these days anyway. I'll spend two hours with you every day practicing swordsmanship."

Becket said, "Forget it. I'm not interested in being beaten one-sidedly."

As the two were chatting idly, seven figures darted out of a nearby alley. Judging by their clothes, they were also gang members, armed with inferior swords and blades. Unexpectedly, they ran into a large group of soldiers, more than twenty of them. They were so frightened that they immediately stopped in their tracks, and one of them couldn't stop in time and fell. "Pfft!" A short spear pierced a gang member's chest, and the corpse fell headfirst to the ground.

A team of soldiers also ran out of the alley behind them. When they saw their leader in front, they stopped chasing, but blocked the gang members' escape route. The tall captain among them came to the corpse, pulled out the short spear, and wiped the blood off on his clothes.

Liu Yuan patted Becket's shoulder. He said, "I have to say, you're pretty lucky. There are six of them. They're all yours."

Becket drew his longsword, pointed it diagonally at the opposite side, and said, "You've come at the right time. I'll give you a chance. If you can withstand three of my strikes head-on, I'll spare your lives. If anyone can injure me, they'll have the opportunity to join my command."

Liu Yuan curled his lip in disdain, a standard villain declaration.

At this time, the battle inside the tavern was intense. The soldiers first fired a volley of crossbow bolts. At such close range, it was impossible to miss. These gang leaders were all desperadoes. Even if they were hit by arrows, they gritted their teeth and rushed forward to fight. Unfortunately, they were not facing the city guard, that bunch of good-for-nothings. They were all fierce men who had come out of piles of corpses and seas of blood; they were either gladiators or assassins. Which of them didn't have several lives on their hands? Coupled with the all-around crushing advantage in weapons and equipment, the battle was actually without suspense.

Mordiak waved two broad cleavers, slashing wildly, but when they struck the soldiers' metal arm shields, they sparked. The soldier slashed upwards, and the sharp saber severed his arm. The soldier turned to avoid the attack and swung a backhand strike, leaving a long bloody gash on his back. Then, he used the sharp edge of his arm shield to crush the throat of the gang member in front of him.

Mordiak felt all the strength drain from his body, and he knelt heavily on the ground. He saw a soldier jump in from the window, discard his crossbow, draw the knife at his waist, and slit his throat. His vision shifted upwards as if he was flying, and the last thing he saw was his headless corpse and the soaring pillar of blood.

"Pufferfish" Niels's weapons were two short forks that looked somewhat like Emei daggers, which had a certain armor-piercing effect and posed a greater threat to the soldiers. He shouted loudly, "Lord Becket, I'm willing to surrender! I'm really willing to surrender!" He continuously slashed left and right with the weapons in his hands, moving towards the window, looking for an opportunity to escape.

One gang leader after another fell into pools of blood. These thugs could risk their lives for money, but facing a one-sided massacre, some couldn't hold on and broke down. They screamed and rushed towards the doors and windows. Even as the flying long blades slashed behind them, sending blood splattering everywhere, they had only one thought in their minds: Escape! Escape quickly! Get away from here!

The crazed underlings ran around wildly, exposing Niels, who had been protected in the middle. Soon, two soldiers spotted him, raised their shields, and slammed them into his chest, pushing him against the wall. The sharp saber stabbed into his body from bottom to top, one strike... two strikes... three strikes... Blood foamed out of Niels's mouth as he murmured, "I was willing... to surrender... Why... didn't you give... me a... way out?"

In a residential house, two panicked figures climbed over the courtyard wall, startling the people inside. A middle-aged woman had just opened the door when she was gagged and pushed into the house. She was horrified to find that the two men in front of her were covered in blood, holding short knives, with ferocious expressions and anxious looks. He said fiercely, "If you don't want to die, shut up!"

"Mom!" At this moment, a little girl of eight or nine years old walked out of the room, rubbing her eyes. The woman was gagged and unable to make a sound, her body struggling violently. Another man reached out and hugged the little girl, threatening her, "If you dare to shout, I'll kill her." The woman nodded pleadingly.