I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

With a muffled thud, the man felt stars flash before his eyes, a sharp pain shot through his face, and he staggered backward uncontrollably, falling to the ground with a thud as the baton in his hand clattered to the floor.

Duanmu Yan clapped his hands and indifferently glanced at the remaining two.

"So, who are you people?"

"Street thugs?"

"Or..."

"People from the Fesalie family?"

……

……

The night is deep.

A gunshot rang out in the darkness.

Koleta slowly pushed open the tightly closed door, letting the night breeze gently caress her cheeks, dispelling the silence in the room.

"The blood debt has been paid."

She spoke softly and closed the door again.

As the sharpest blade in the family, she did not think there was anything wrong with what she had done.

Her family gave her everything, and she will dedicate everything to her family in return.

Koleta did not linger there.

Today's work is done, and the rest is personal time.

Despite being the second daughter of the Motari family, Coreta has very little private time.

Just now...

"Let's go fill our stomachs first."

She walked straight for several blocks, and just as she was about to reach the pizzeria, she suddenly heard sounds of fighting and conversation coming from ahead.

"Feisali?"

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The familiar name made Koleta instinctively stop in her tracks.

For the Mortar, the Hidden Sea Order and the Fissare family are their greatest enemies.

As the second young lady of a prestigious family, Koleta's every move was strictly bound by her status and upbringing.

The nobility flowing in her blood, the elegant upbringing she had been carefully cultivated since childhood, were like invisible shackles, constantly reminding her that she should keep her distance from the members of the Fesalie family and never easily get into conflicts, so as not to bring unnecessary trouble and disputes to the family.

"but……"

"It doesn't seem like a big deal to annoy those guys occasionally."

Koleta glanced at the pizza shop just a stone's throw away, a slight smile playing on her lips, before turning and leaving the block.

……

……

The moment the words "Feisali" were uttered by Duanmu Yan, the other two people present paused slightly in unison.

Duanmu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, keenly capturing this fleeting moment.

"Just as I expected."

"You really are from the Fesalie family."

"But I don't understand. I'm just an ordinary employee, and I'm not a member of the Motari family. What's the point of arresting me?"

How can conflicts between families extend to ordinary people?

I'm just an employee.

Duanmu Yan simply couldn't understand it.

"Hmph, a heretic, a rebel against the Lord of the Year! Even if he joins the Motari, he cannot escape his crimes!"

"We arrested you for other reasons!"

Before he finished speaking, one of them suddenly turned fierce, like a wolf pouncing on its prey, and swung his baton wildly, rushing towards Duanmu Yan with a sharp whistling sound.

"...Here we go again, they start fighting at the drop of a hat."

"Are you all prone to violence?"

Duanmu Yan let out a long sigh.

He still couldn't understand these people's hearts. They regarded their faith and doctrines as the supreme truth, yet they were indifferent to the warmth and coldness of the world, as if they lived in another cold dimension.

To expect to achieve understanding through peaceful communication with such a group of people is nothing short of wishful thinking.

Perhaps, in their minds, the only way to move them and make them understand the position of others is through a direct and straightforward approach.

"Alright, since that's the case..."

"Then let's use 'violence' as the answer."

The voice suddenly turned fierce.

He moved with lightning speed, tearing off his coat in one swift motion.

He hurled his coat at the man, and the coat unfurled in mid-air, precisely covering the man's head.

The person covered suddenly felt everything go black, their vision went completely out, and they were like a runaway horse, their steps became unsteady and chaotic, their hands waved wildly in the air, but they couldn't grab anything.

Duanmu Yan would not let this fleeting opportunity slip by.

He flashed forward, closing in on the person instantly.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his right fist, which whistled through the air, and smashed it hard into the man's abdomen.

This punch was incredibly powerful, seemingly capable of piercing through skin and flesh and striking the internal organs.

The man felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer. His body involuntarily hunched forward, and he let out a painful groan.

Just then, seeing his companion suffer a loss, another person roared and pounced on Duanmu Yan from the side, attempting to launch a sneak attack.

Duanmu Yan reacted extremely quickly. He took a slight step back with his left foot, shifted his weight rapidly, and dodged to the side, skillfully avoiding the sudden attack.

Taking advantage of the moment when the man missed his target and leaned forward, losing his balance, Duanmu Yan quickly reached out his left hand, grabbed the man's arm, and pulled him back forcefully. At the same time, he quickly raised his right foot and slammed his knee into the man's face.

The blow was both hard and precise, causing him so much pain that he could barely make a sound.

The person whose head had been covered by the coat finally managed to pull it off, but before he could even see what was happening in front of him, Duanmu Yan rushed forward and kicked him in the knee.

The man cried out in pain and knelt on one knee.

Duanmu Yan seized the opportunity to grab his shoulder, and with a forceful throw, slammed him hard to the ground.

Until both of them completely lost the ability to resist, collapsed to the ground, and kept wailing.

"asshole!"

"How can he be so powerful? The intelligence reports didn't mention it."

"In that case, let's try this!"

The two, who had been brutally beaten by Duanmu Yan at first, finally recovered from the overwhelming pain.

Looking up, he saw his companions lying on the ground, battered and bruised, and his anger flared up like a volcano.

They gritted their teeth, and without hesitation, quickly pulled out their terminals, frantically typing on the screen to summon the Sound Relic.

In an instant, as if divine intervention had occurred, two tall figures slowly coalesced from an invisible frequency.

The two figures, mimicking the tall and imposing postures of noble guards, stood imposingly before Duanmu Yan, giving off a strong sense of oppression.

"A nobleman wielding a blade?"

Duanmu Yan subconsciously uttered the names of the two voices.

If the Glass Blade is the iconic symbol of the Motari family, representing their glory and mystery.

Therefore, the noble status of wielding blades is undoubtedly the most intimidating symbol of the Fesari family.

"...This is getting a bit tricky."

Duanmu Yan clicked his tongue and involuntarily took a small step back.

As a member of the defense department of Everard Bank, he often gets involved in battles, but most of his opponents are just petty thugs with dirty tricks.

Those guys could be easily subdued without him even having to use his full strength.

Therefore, he rarely fought against the Sound Remains.

Moreover, it is the remains of the Fesari family.

What should we do now?

He subconsciously looked down at his hands and realized he didn't have any suitable weapons on him.

To fight against those two combat-type Sound Skeletons with only his bare hands is like an ant trying to shake a tree, with little chance of winning.

Perhaps, this will cause injury.

"Hmph, kid. Scared yet?"

"If you know what's good for you, come with us obediently. Once we've finished our business, we'll let you go."

When the members of the Feisali family saw that Duanmu Yan's aura had slightly faltered and been overwhelmed by Sheng Hai's pressure, they immediately became smug and arrogant, their faces filled with overbearing expressions, and their tone of voice became even more arrogant.

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Yan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

He tilted his head slightly, his tone as casual as if he were discussing a trivial matter: "Do you know how much money I, a miner, get fined every day?"

"Besides, I'm just a few days away from getting my perfect attendance bonus this month. I don't want to lose that bonus because of your petty issues. That would be too much of a loss."

"I see you're refusing a polite offer and will now face the consequences! Grab him, don't let him get away!"

The man from the Fesari family glared angrily, roared hoarsely, his voice distorted with rage, and then viciously gave the attack order to the voice-bone beside him.

Upon seeing this, the playful, frivolous smile that had been playing on Duanmu Yan's lips vanished instantly, replaced by a serious expression.

Two noblemen wielding blades moved with lightning speed, rushing towards Duanmu Yan with a sharp whistling sound.

The swords they gripped gleamed with a chilling light, drawing sharp arcs in the air as if to tear the very fabric of space apart.

Sheng Hai's movements were swift and precise, and his strength far surpassed that of ordinary people. Every attack he launched carried an overwhelming force, forcing Duanmu Yan to go all out and not dare to relax even for a moment.

After all, Sheng Hai's strength is not something that ordinary people can contend with.

His speed, strength, and skill are all far superior to those of ordinary people.

No, we can't keep hiding, otherwise our strength will eventually be exhausted. We must take the initiative.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Duanmu Yan keenly seized an opportunity.

After one of the bladed nobles swung his heavy sword, his body leaned slightly forward, and his center of gravity became somewhat unstable. The other bladed noble was positioned to his side and behind, and was unable to cover for him in time.

Duanmu Yan was overjoyed; this was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity to attack.

He touched the ground with his toes and charged towards the unbalanced, blade-wielding nobleman like an arrow released from a bow.

But the bladed nobles are, after all, mortals, possessing combat instincts and reaction speeds far exceeding those of ordinary people.

Just as Duanmu Yan was about to rush in front of it, the nobleman with the blade quickly adjusted his body posture, pushed off the ground with both feet, and retreated several steps backward, easily avoiding Duanmu Yan's attack.

At the same time, another nobleman wielding a blade reacted quickly, rushing forward and slashing fiercely at Duanmu Yan's side with his sword.

Om-!

A feeling of suffocation hit me.

His dark eyes reflected the entire world—the pitch-black night, the silent streets, and the sharp blades.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and even the wind stopped flowing.

Yet, within this seemingly eternal silence and stillness, deep within those dark pupils, faintly, wisps of golden light were slowly flowing.

until--

A crisp, deafening gunshot shattered the silence of the night.