Noxus Glory

Chapter 100: Fireworks in the Dark Night, Howling Wolves (Seeking First Subscription!)

The area surrounding the slum.

Compared to the lowest level, the environment in the alleyways here is significantly better.

Flies and rats scurrying about, and scenes of sewage are rarely seen; the surrounding area is mostly sturdy stone houses with gray and white walls.

puff!

The long sword was drawn, and blood splattered all over the wall.

Huo Jixing kicked the lifeless Gray Wolf gang member at his feet, looking somewhat bored.

He looked around the gray-white room in front of him.

Seven or eight mangled corpses lay on the solid ground, their open eyes filled with fear and panic, and some bloody remains lay in the corner.

"weak!"

Huo Jixing sheathed his long sword and whispered.

"They're so weak, pitifully weak!"

Compared to the clan warriors of the Winter's Claw, the Gray Wolf gang members dressed in black were far too weak.

Using his skills, he slaughtered all the Grey Wolves gang members in the stronghold.

"This is the third one!"

Huo Jixing strode away, flames rising behind him like fire serpents, quickly engulfing the gray stone house in front of him.

Under the firelight.

Huo Jixing leaped up and landed lightly on the wall. Looking at the still silent slum in front of him, a hint of doubt appeared in his heart.

"Is the reaction that slow?"

Huo Jixing recalled the incident involving Moore's widow at the hill camp.

The Grey Wolf Gang and its backers shouldn't have reacted so slowly.

Their ability to take action in the camp so soon after Wilson's departure demonstrates their complete lack of fear of being held accountable by the camp leader.

Moreover, given their cruel methods, it seemed more like a warning—

Don't pursue this any further, or you might lose your life.

But what's going on here?

With a glint in his crimson eyes, Huo Jixing gazed at the slums in the dead of winter night.

Apart from the two Grey Wolf Gang strongholds that he had set on fire, the rest of the area remained silent, with no cloud movement in sight.

"It's still early, let's continue!"

Huo Jixing shrugged and headed to the next Gray Wolf Gang stronghold.

He began to admire Grey Wolf Franky's methods; the three Grey Wolf gang leaders who had already died had no idea of ​​the gang's true location.

They have someone specifically responsible for liaising with them each month. They can only roughly know the people they are close to, and they know nothing about anyone above them.

So Huo Jixing can only kill his way through them one by one until someone tells him the location of Grey Wolf Franky.

Noxus capital.

Bright yellow lights came on, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the cluster of buildings of varying heights in front of us.

Although this area is still a slum, it is close to the dark gray walls of the Immortal Fortress, and looks as if it has been integrated into one, without any distinction.

Under the cover of night, the buildings illuminated by lights form a large courtyard that is open at both the front and back.

In front of the courtyard is a spacious and clean open space, with neatly laid, flat and solid gray stone slabs, and vines climbing all around the walls, making it lush and green.

Behind it is a three-story building surrounded by courtyards of varying sizes, all closely connected.

The living room on the second floor was brightly lit.

The fireplace on the south wall glowed with an orange light, filling the living room with warmth.

"The fees for the welfare home are due a little late this month. Should we send someone to warn them?"

A burly man, bare-chested and tattooed, bowed respectfully to the thin old man working at his desk.

"Warning? Warning about what?"

"The orphanage already has some difficulties. It's normal that it can't pay its fees because it takes in too many poor children."

The gaunt old man raised his aged face, his prominent forehead and the corners of his eyes etched with wrinkles that seemed to conceal countless hardships and dangers.

Who would have thought that Grey Wolf Franky would be a thin, middle-aged man?

Although he is thin, he has a large frame, which suggests that Franky must have been a fierce and ruthless person when he was young.

"Then what do we do?" the burly man with tattoos asked hesitantly.

"Um?"

Franky stared coldly at the burly man with tattoos on his face, and sighed softly when he saw the man's face covered in cold sweat.

"Can't solve any problems, what a useless piece of trash!"

"As usual, make them hand over ten physically fit children to offset this month's expenses."

"But they said the Noxian faction has already made its selections." The burly man with tattoos lowered his head, avoiding Franky's gaze.

A silent atmosphere filled the air.

Franky stared at the burly man before him, his cold gaze like a blade slicing across the man's skin, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

"I'll handle it!"

The burly man with tattoos on his face could no longer hold back and answered in a trembling voice, his bare back covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

"Ten kids, we'll definitely bring them back to the gang tomorrow!"

Franky looked away and continued working. As if remembering something, he frowned and looked out at the hazy night.

"Any news from Mickey?"

"We already have news," the burly man said in a low voice, wiping the sweat from his face.

"It's related to the Imperial pension. According to Rohr's information, someone is secretly investigating us."

"Mickey disappeared after checking the situation."

Franky put down the letter in his hand, his expression somewhat cold: "So, Mickey is dead."

"Who did it?"

"They look like Noxian soldiers returning from the North!" the burly man said in a low voice.

"Through our connections with the military, this is all we can find out. We have no way to get any more specific information."

Franky closed his eyes, crossed his left and right hands in front of his eyes, as if he were asleep. A few minutes later, he opened his eyes, and a coldness appeared in his weathered eyes.

"Tomorrow morning, go to the Immortal Fortress and contact Baron Calvin. Tell them that someone is investigating the Imperial pensions."

"Okay!" The burly man nodded in agreement and then prepared to bow and leave.

Crunch!

The burly man who had just opened the study door frowned slightly. He looked at the somewhat quiet courtyard, a strange sense of danger rising deep within him.

And a faint scent in the air

It's blood!

The burly man suddenly changed his expression, slammed the door shut, and strode over to Franky.

"Someone has secretly infiltrated the stronghold; all the guards on the outside should be dead."

Franky frowned, a sense of unease rising within him. He then stood up and led the burly man toward the side wall.

"Come on, follow me."

Click!

Before the words were even finished, the living room door shattered with a crash, sending tiny wood chips flying and embedding themselves in the tables, chairs, and walls.

A group of masked soldiers in armor strode into the living room, aiming their crossbows at Franky and the burly man.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and burly man entered the room. His armor could barely conceal his strong physique, and the giant sword he carried on his back was exceptionally conspicuous.

"Franky, how have you been?"

Franky, upon seeing the burly man before him, seemed completely unfazed, remaining calm and composed.

"Lord Olsson, it's been a long time!"

"Did one of my subordinates offend you? Why are you making such a fuss!"

Olson casually pulled off the black mask, revealing a square face with a beard, and calm brown eyes that showed no emotion.

"By order of the Baron, by handing over all your wealth, you may choose one of your descendants to leave the capital safely."

Franky's expression was icy as he looked at the armored soldiers with crossbows around him, suppressing his inner anger.

"I want to see Baron Calvin!"

"I'm sorry, the Baron's decree did not request to see you!" Olson took down the greatsword from his back, aimed it at Franky, and stepped forward.

He knew better than anyone how cunning and ruthless Grey Wolf Franky was.

You only have one choice!

"So, do you think I'll believe your promise?" Franky pressed down on the burly man's slightly trembling shoulder and slowly pulled him back.

"attack!"

Seeing Frankie retreat, Olson immediately gave the order and strode forward himself.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

The sound of crossbows rang out, and dark gray crossbow bolts, like snakes, pierced the air, accurately striking Franky and the burly man.

Bang!

Olson also launched an attack in an instant, pushing off the ground with his left foot and shattering the earth as he charged fiercely toward Franky, his greatsword aimed straight for the opponent's head.

Franky looked at the deadly attack before him with a grim expression.

"Olsson and his men actually dared to make a move!"

Seeing himself in dire straits, Franky's expression became resolute.

His seemingly weakened body unleashed terrifying power, and he reached out and grabbed the burly man with tattoos on his face, pulling him in front of him as a shield.

puff!puff!puff!

Amidst a piercing scream, a barbed crossbow bolt pierced the burly man's body, but before Franky's sturdy inner armor, it trembled and fell to the ground.

The blood gushed out, staining his face red.

Franky endured the excruciating pain from his inner armor, looked at the greatsword that Olson had slashed down, and quickly took out a black scroll from his pocket and unrolled it.

Whoosh!

A black glow emanated as three shields, each engraved with exquisite patterns, surrounded and protected Franky, stopping any attacks that came near him.

Whether it was the greatsword that Olson slashed down, or the crossbow bolts that followed.

Facing the black shield, all efforts were in vain.

at the same time.

A large amount of dark gray mist suddenly erupted from the living room dome, disrupting the masked soldiers' vision and forcing them to quickly leave the living room area.

"Continue the attack!"

Outside the dark gray mist, Olson looked at the notch on the greatsword, and his heart sank.

It's black magic!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The sound of crossbows rang out incessantly, and one could see sharp crossbow bolts piercing through the dark gray mist and shooting into the living room.

Accompanying this was a heart-wrenching wail from Franky.

"Is there only one runic item?"

Upon hearing Frankie's voice, Olsen's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

But when he re-entered the dilapidated living room, his expression changed drastically, and a look of anger crept onto his face.

Apart from the corroded walls and chairs, the crossbow bolts scattered throughout the room, and a rotting corpse on the floor, there was no sign of Franky in the living room.

Olson glanced around and noticed fine marks on the wall.

He then pressed his ear against the wall, tapped it with his hand, and after hearing that it was hollow, spoke in a low voice.

"It's a secret passage! Go after it immediately!"

An ordinary person would dare to use rune items, especially those based on dark magic.

Franky is definitely corrupted and won't go far.

However, upon recalling Baron Calvin's instructions, Olson's expression turned sour, and he immediately decided to personally lead a group to hunt him down.

Under the dim light of night, a group of noblemen's private soldiers, clad in armor and masked, emerged from the courtyard and began a thorough search along the surrounding alleyways.

A short while later.

A nobleman's private soldiers found traces of Franky's blood at a street corner, which stretched into the darkness.

"The Gray Wolf's Final Howl!"

Olson, with a greatsword slung over his shoulder and a cold expression, led his soldiers into the alleyways, relentlessly pursuing the pursuers.

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