The Young Master's Desperate Plea
While the young master was still confused as to why his subordinates were panicking, Victor started walking forward.
His footsteps were neither hurried nor heavy.
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Tap.
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Each step landed against the stone pavement with a strange calmness that made the atmosphere feel even more oppressive.
The surrounding crowd instinctively moved aside.
Nobody dared to stand in Victor's path.
The young master, however, was still unable to understand what was happening. His eyes moved between the unconscious Günter and his two remaining bodyguards.
Why were they suddenly so nervous?
Günter had fallen, yes, but that did not mean the situation had completely turned against him.
He still had two Master-ranked swordsmen beside him.
As long as those two acted, everything would be settled.
At least, that was what he believed.
But then Victor began approaching him.
The young master's expression twisted.
