I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 247 Kill!

The player with the ID "Iron Face and Impartial" adjusted his black leather armor and the Judge's Follower Badge hanging on his chest to make it more conspicuous. The five players lined up neatly, and then he politely knocked on the door three times.

At the sound of knocking, the wooden door, located in a dark alley and belonging to the back door of a house, was quickly answered by hurried footsteps and someone's rough curses.

"You son of a bitch, which fearless bastard is knocking on the door in broad daylight? Don't they know this is the Black Snake Gang's place... huh?"

Upon seeing the six fully armored players in front of him, the gang member who opened the door instantly went blank. His slow-witted brain couldn't understand what was going on at all.

"Hello, we are from the Trial Chamber's Special Operations Unit. This is our search warrant."

The leader, known for his impartiality, smiled as he displayed his medals.

"We suspect that your establishment is involved in multiple crimes, including illegal fundraising and money laundering."

After saying that, the iron-faced and impartial man even thoughtfully straightened the collar of the dumbfounded gangster, and then gently added.

"Do you have any objections? If not, then you should just die."

The gangster behind the door gaped, but before he could even sound the alarm, the player behind Ironface had already darted forward and thrust his armed sword precisely into the former's heart, killing him instantly.

After eliminating the person who opened the door, the six players filed in, their movements as practiced as if they were returning to their own home.

Iron-faced and impartial kicked open the door to the inner hall. The loud crash of the wooden door shattering startled a dozen or so gangsters who were gathered around a large basin, eating breakfast.

Holding black bread, they all turned around in unison, their expressions shifting rapidly from anger to terror... Six fully armed foot knights suddenly leaped out of the back door—something beyond their wildest imagination.

"Enforcing the law in the courtroom!"

He shouted with unwavering integrity.

"Hands behind your head and crouch down; this will save you from death!"

Iron-faced and impartial, he kindly offered a reminder, but his good intentions were not appreciated by the gang members. A burly man with a fierce face suddenly threw the black bread in his hand at the player and shouted.

"Brothers, grab your weapons!"

The second player following him sighed.

Why bother?

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved it. The dagger in his hand had already turned into a silver light and accurately pierced the big man's throat. The dagger was embedded in the latter's neck, causing him to instinctively cover his neck with both hands, spitting blood and spinning around on the spot.

A dagger piercing the neck doesn't necessarily kill a person instantly; a person's tenacious will to live will allow them to struggle in pain for quite some time.

The burly gangster staggered back a few steps, futilely clutching his bleeding throat with both hands, making a "hoarse" sound, before finally collapsing heavily onto the breakfast table, knocking over a pot of hot soup.

The horrific scene left the scene completely silent, and the remaining gang members were stunned.

They were stunned, but the players were not. Armed with sabers, axes, and swords and shields, they charged forward and began the slaughter.

Full armor against no armor, longswords and axes against daggers and clubs. Despite the large number of gang members, once the killing began, those armed with only rusty machetes, bloodstained iron bars, or even just a chair leg grabbed at random were driven back in disarray.

Because the players rushed ahead and blocked both exits, when the gang members came to their senses from anger and fear and tried to escape, they were devastated to find that they had no way out.

Within two minutes, the entire hall was filled with screams of agony. Iron-Faced Unstable trudged through the pools of blood and spilled food, checking each fallen gang member one by one, occasionally delivering a final blow to ensure they were completely dead. Once he confirmed all the gang members were incapacitated, Iron-Faced Unstable straightened up first, slightly turning his head to give instructions to the players behind him.

"Brothers, it's time to harvest... Let's get moving, we're going to visit as many places as possible today and have a good meal!"

The other five players laughed and quickly dispersed to begin a thorough search of the room. Their movements were practiced and swift, clearly indicating that they had done this countless times before, making it so easy for them.

A player walked to the wooden cabinet against the wall, stretched out his hand wearing a ring-lock glove, and roughly and quickly pulled open the cabinet door, opening each drawer one by one from top to bottom.

If he finds any ledgers or suspicious documents, he will forcefully pull them out and casually toss them into an empty box to the side.

Meanwhile, his eyes were also on the cabinet's hidden compartments and secret drawers. With his rich experience, he could quickly determine which locations might contain secrets. Once he found something fishy, ​​he would decisively clench his fist and smash it open, taking away everything of value inside.

On the other side, Iron-Faced Impartial, carrying an axe, went straight for the long table in the center of the hall.

It's clearly unusual to have such a thick, aristocratic table set up inside a gang's hideout.

Since it was abnormal, it meant there was a problem. So, he picked up the axe and started working. With two or three powerful blows, he smashed the table to pieces, exposing the documents, keys, and gold coins hidden inside.

"Aha, I knew there would be a success!"

The impartial and incorruptible official was overjoyed, but the surprises here didn't stop there.

"Boss, we've found a secret room."

A player suddenly poked his head out from the kitchen.

There's a hidden compartment behind the stove!

The players swarmed into the kitchen. One player, wearing plate armor, smashed open the brick stove with a hammer, revealing a tin box behind it. Then, the Immaculate One took out the key he had found and opened it with a click, revealing more than a dozen land deeds and IOUs inside.

"Good heavens, a loan shark ledger!"

He examined the yellowed parchment with an iron face and impartiality.

"This interest rate...it's outrageous."

"How?"

"Keep the land deed, but burn the loan shark contract."

"understand!"

In just half an hour, the Iron-Faced and Impartial gang of six completed a raid on a gang stronghold, leaving with enough valuables and parchment to fill a two-wheeled cart.

In different places and at different times in Voltradnoy, players who received the Inquisitor's Follower Medal, in the name of the Inquisition, raised their knives and began a massacre against the city's thugs, robbers, swindlers, and human traffickers.

What evidence is there that they committed a crime?
No need. Just slash once, kill one person first. If you lose reputation points, it means you killed the wrong person. If you don't lose reputation points, it means you killed the right person and can continue working.

Players were ecstatic when they discovered that killing with the Inquisitor's Follower Medal wouldn't deduct reputation points, as long as they didn't kill civilian units.

(End of this chapter)