Warrick's eyes widened as he stared at Meg with incredulity in his eyes. His longsword clattered to the ground, and he fell backward, throwing up two mouthfuls of blood as he stared intently at Meg. Even in death, he was unable to close his eyes.
Blood slowly seeped out from his body, staining the black gravel ground and the small puddles.
The smell of blood and gore made Meg's brows furrow slightly, and his hands trembled slightly. Killing someone wasn't something that could be done easily.
However, Meg didn't regret killing Warrick.
Warrick really did deserve to die, and more importantly, he had crossed Meg's bottom line.
He was already a dead man when he displayed his greed toward Amy.
He was going to tell him as a father that little lolis were to be spoiled, and that if Warrick had any thoughts that he shouldn't have, then he could go and die.
"Father is so strong!!!" Amy closed her eyes, but she still clapped her little hands as she yelled.
"Awesome! The bad guy is dead! Mother, we're saved! "Jessica held onto Rebecca's hand with elation.
Rebecca opened her eyes in shock, and she was greeted by the sight of Warrick lying in a pool of blood, as well as Meg, who was still standing on the spot. She hugged Jessica tightly as tears of joy welled up in her eyes.
"Bo … Boss is dead!"
All of Mag's lackeys looked at Warrick, who was lying motionless in a pool of blood with a peach branch embedded in his chest. The burly man who had been kicked in the face by Mag earlier let loose a bloodcurdling scream as he struggled to his feet.
"Run! He's dead! "
All of the other lackeys had similar expressions on their faces as they tried to get up and run, ignoring the pain coursing through their bodies.
In their hearts, the invincible Warrick had been slain by someone, and he had been killed by a peachwood branch. Furthermore, he had been killed by an unbelievably fast peachwood branch.
They didn't even see Warrick put up any resistance before he was killed without being able to retaliate. Just how terrifying was this guy to be able to kill a second-tier knight with a single sword strike?
Their hearts had already collapsed. They only wanted to escape from this place and get as far away from this terrifying fellow as possible.
"Did I allow you to leave?" Meg asked coldly as he looked at the lackeys who were about to escape.
The lackeys' faces froze, and their legs that had just stepped forward stopped abruptly.
Even Warrick wasn't able to retaliate against him, so how could they possibly dare to run away from him?
"Sir, please let us go! We were all forced to do this! We're all good people, and it was Warrick who did this to us! "
"Yes, please let us go. We won't dare to do it again. We'll only be good people in the future."
The lackey with a swollen face knelt down with a thud, kowtowing as he complained tearfully.
Everyone else also fell to their knees, and began to sob about how they had been forced by Warrick to do things that went against their conscience.
"I can believe that you were forced to do this, but I'm not an idiot to say that you're all good people." Meg looked at the kneeling lackeys with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
He wouldn't kill them because it was against the law, and it was different from a duel. It would be difficult to get away if they got entangled. However, he definitely wouldn't let them go just like that because what they had done was enough for them to die many times over. It was obviously a good choice to let the Gray Temple or the city lord's castle deal with this matter.
…
"Master Brandli, something seems to have happened over there. Should we go and take a look?" In an alley not far away from the residential area of the mine, a Gray Temple member made a report to Brandli, who was inspecting a massive charred crater.
"What happened?" Brandli asked as he stood up. They had received a report in the morning that abnormal magic fluctuations had appeared in this area, and a house had been burned down. As such, he had brought some people here early in the morning.
This was a Bursting Flame spell unleashed by a 5th-tier magic caster, but there were no casualties at the scene. It was just an abandoned house, and there weren't any other areas that had been damaged, so it wasn't a major threat.
"It seems to be a duel between two knights. It's not much of a big deal, but it's a little strange that a duel took place there. All of the people living there are family members of the deceased miners," the man hurriedly replied.
"Family members of the deceased miners?" Brandli paused momentarily before nodding. "Let's go take a look."
…
"Is Warrick dead?" Expressions of incredulity appeared on the faces of the onlookers in the distance.
A small old man picked up a rock from the ground before making his way over to them with a hunched back. His wrinkled face was dark red, and the black mineral powder seemed to have already fused into his skin. He looked at Warrick's corpse with hatred in his eyes.
A series of people emerged from the black bungalows before making their way over to them.
Most of them were elderly and married women, and there were even some children among them. Their faces were swollen from years of work, and their eyes were filled with hatred.
They were holding rocks that they had picked up from the ground, and they were making their way over to them in silence.
A hint of surprise appeared in Meg's eyes at the sight of all of these people, and he hesitated momentarily before returning to his bicycle.
"Father, you're amazing. But why are they holding stones in their hands?" Ai Mi asked curiously as she looked at the people surrounding them from both sides.
"Revenge." Meg gently covered Amy's ears and eyes with his hands, and he looked on with a grave expression at all of the elderly, women, and children who were making their way over to Warrick and his lackeys.
"Mother?" Jessica also looked up at Rebecca with a perplexed expression.
"Don't look at me like that, Jessica. You're different from them. You're going to become the best seamstress in Chaos City, and you still have dreams." Rebecca held Jessica tightly in her arms and put her hands over her ears, closing her eyes as well.
"Thump!"
The stones smashed into their bodies, causing blood to spurt out, accompanied by shrill cries of agony.
All of the rocks of different sizes were quickly stained with blood.
Some of it belonged to dead people, while others belonged to living people.
All of the expressionless faces seemed to have become a little more lively after being stained with blood. There was a hint of release, as well as a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
"Somani, my poor daughter! I've avenged you! I've avenged you! " The hunchbacked old man was biting an ear in his mouth. He chewed it a few times and swallowed it directly. He was squeezed out of the crowd and directly knelt on the ground with a plop. He looked up to the sky and cried.
His cries were contagious, and they quickly spread throughout the city. Roars of despair and cries of agony rang out as they vented their hatred and despair with rocks and blood.
"What are you doing?! Disperse! Governor Woodrow is here! Do you want to be arrested?! "
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