I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

At the entrance of the clinic, a tall, two-headed hound-like orc raised a stone axe and slammed it down on the clinic's door.

The dog's head grinned, revealing two rows of menacing, sharp teeth.

This flimsy wooden door can be cleaved open with a single axe blow. Then, rush into the clinic, drag that weak human out like a chick, chop off his head, and today's mission will be complete.

This task is unbelievably simple; he could easily complete it by himself. He doesn't know why Lord Carol made him bring so many people along.

A dozen orcs emerged from the mist and arrived at the clinic's entrance. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they were panting heavily, appearing unusually excited, just waiting for the door to be cleaved open so they could rush in and hack and slash.

The next moment, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out.

A menacing arrow pierced through the mist, its sharp sound carrying it straight towards the face of the two-headed hound orc.

The two-headed hound's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly pulled back the stone axe he was using to chop at the clinic's door, using it to block the way in front of him.

clang!

The arrow struck the stone axe with a dull thud.

The immense force of the impact caused the arrow shaft to shatter instantly, and the deformed arrowhead left a prominent groove on the stone axe.

"Which bastard shot this from the shadows!" The two-headed hound-orc roared, taking two steps back.

The other orcs also looked around warily, all taken aback by the sudden cold arrows.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of something cutting through the air rang out again, one after another.

A dozen or so arrows pierced through the mist and shot toward the orcs standing in front of the clinic.

"Watch out!" the two-headed dog-man shouted, pulling a pig-headed orc in front of him to shield him.

Two arrows flew in response, piercing through the pig-headed orc's hands and feet.

"Boss, why did you use me as a shield..." the pig-headed orc cried out, his face filled with grief and indignation.

"You're tough and resilient; someone else might not be able to withstand this." The two-headed hound patted his shoulder, his face full of admiration.

"Damn it..." As the pig-headed orc turned around to speak, he was hit in the buttocks by another arrow, which sent him flying three meters away. He was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground and couldn't get up.

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"Huh? What's going on? Are reinforcements coming?" Charlotte, who was originally planning to fight to the death, looked puzzled upon hearing the commotion downstairs.

He peeked out the window and saw that the orcs downstairs had become sitting ducks, being shot by arrows that seemed to come from nowhere, crying out in agony and in complete chaos.

The commotion at the clinic caught the attention of the neighbors on Bacca Street.

It was still early, and although all the shops had closed early, it didn't mean everyone was already asleep.

Hearing the commotion outside, many people peeked through the crack in the door to watch the excitement.

It was pitch black outside, and the fog obscured everything, so you couldn't see anything. You could only hear the sound of arrows piercing the air and screams, which were coming from the direction of the clinic.

"Dr. Charlotte has been sabotaged?"

"I'd love to sleep with a pretty boy like him with such delicate skin."

"Get lost! I mean someone came to cause him trouble? Isn't he one of Miss Diana's people?"

"I told you he was just a bully borrowing power. Would Miss Diana even be interested in his skinny arms and legs?"

Pairs of eyes peeked through the crack in the door, ears strained, afraid of missing any important sounds.

This sounds like quite a big operation.

The two-headed hound-orc picked up an arrow and, by the dim light in front of the clinic, made out the insignia on the arrowhead. His face darkened: "Fox tail insignia, this is a Harriman family arrow!"

Looking back at his men, although they were wearing leather armor and trying their best to dodge, they had all been hit by several arrows. The three-meter-tall men were howling in pain and looked miserable.

"We are from the Judson family! Stop shooting! Stop shooting!" the two-headed hound orc shouted.

The enemy was in the dark while we were in the light, and this was Harriman family territory. We didn't know how many people the other side had or what kind of experts were leading them, so he had no choice but to reveal his identity and admit defeat.

It's unclear who leaked the information, but as soon as they arrived at the clinic entrance, Harriman's men seemed to have been waiting for them.

With that shout, the arrows indeed stopped flying immediately.

Soon, a series of footsteps approached the clinic. A group of guards dressed in uniform black armor, with longswords at their waists and longbows on their backs, arrived in front of the clinic and surrounded a dozen orcs.

These black-armored guards wore identical black fox-face masks and moved in perfect unison.

"Fox Guard!" the two-headed hound-orc exclaimed in surprise.

Fox Guards are elite guards carefully selected and trained by the Harriman family. They are at least third-tier fox clan members and are absolutely loyal to the Harriman family.

They were well-equipped and extremely skilled in siege tactics, making them a force that ordinary rabble could not match.

He knew the visitors were from the Harriman family, but he never expected that the Fox Guards would be dispatched.

It's not that their Black Guards aren't elite enough; they suffered from being caught off guard and ambushed today. Before even seeing their opponents, most of them had already lost their fighting ability.

A quick glance revealed at least thirty Fox Guards, twice the number of their Black Demon Guards.

The other orcs' arrogance diminished considerably upon seeing the well-equipped fox guards.

They admit defeat today, but if a real fight breaks out, they'll probably all die here.

The fox guards parted to make way, and a young man dressed in black, carrying a black longbow, walked in. He was neither armored nor wearing a fox-face mask.

"Buddy!" The two-headed hound-orc glared at the young man and shouted, "Why did you ambush us?! And you hurt so many of my brothers!"

Charlotte's eyes lit up when she saw the young man in black. Wasn't that Diana's coachman? So he had led the team here. It seemed that Diana already knew he was in danger and had come to his aid in time.

This feeling of being a kept man...

So cool!

"Lord Buddy? Did Miss Diana send someone?"

"That boy is indeed favored! Miss Diana actually sent fox guards to protect him; it's obvious she's going to protect him."

"Envy, jealousy, and resentment... Why can't I have such good things?"

Hearing this conversation, the neighbors each harbored their own ulterior motives and began to reassess Charlotte.

Some elderly people have been doing business on this Bacca Street for decades, but they have never seen Miss Diana protect any of the shops like this.

"I was on patrol when I saw someone lurking around here late at night. I assumed it was a monster invasion," Buddy said coldly, staring at the two-headed hound-man. "You've brought so many Black Magic Guards to Baka Street in the middle of the night. Are you here to cause trouble? Or are you planning to assassinate my young lady?"

With these two serious accusations leveled against him, the two-headed hound's expression changed; Lord Carol had not ordered him to do such a thing.

If the two families were to clash because of him, he wouldn't have enough heads to chop off.

"We're here to chop off that doctor's head, not to fight the Fox Guards. It's not worth fighting for him." The two-headed hound-man comforted himself, put down his stone axe, and his eyes, which had been wandering, fell on the signboard at the entrance. His eyes lit up and he said, "We...we're here to treat our brother's illness. Isn't this the clinic? We're here for treatment. He has a serious illness."