A deathly silence ensued. Everyone looked at Woodrow and the saber-wielding guards, and a hint of fear gradually appeared in their eyes. All of the rocks in their hands clattered to the ground as they turned to Meg.
He had killed Warrick, and had avenged everyone. Would he be able to save everyone from being locked up in the Bastie Prison? A hint of hope appeared in everyone's eyes, but it was more of despair than anything else.
No matter how powerful he was, there was no way that he would be able to take on so many guards at once. He wouldn't even be able to protect himself, let alone save everyone.
"What do we do? What should we do now? Ai Mi and the others are in trouble because of us … "Rebecca was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan as she looked at this scene.
"Father, is he a bad guy as well? He's wearing the city lord's castle's uniform; is he a bad guy as well? " Amy was peeking at Woodrow through the gaps between Meg's fingers with a perplexed look on her face.
"That's right. He's a bad guy disguised as a good guy, but he's even worse than the average bad guy." Meg picked up Amy from the backseat and held her in his arms. He didn't think that he would encounter something like this in Chaos City. It appeared that there was still a long way to go before the Gray Temple and the city lord's castle were on equal footing.
There was no lack of 1st-tier knights among these guards. Even though they were slightly weaker than Warrick, there were many of them, and they were subordinates of the city lord, so their identities were quite special.
Of course, in order to save his own life, Meg wasn't going to allow himself to be captured just because his opponent was wearing the city lord's castle's uniform. However, if he wanted to get out of this situation easily, the easiest way to do so would be to have Amy step in.
Even though Warrick was the only one who had heard what he had said, it wasn't a good idea to reveal too much of his power.
Right at this moment, a grave voice sounded from nearby. "There is no king in Chaos City; there are only rules and order. Have you forgotten who you are, Woodrow?"
"Who is it?" Woodrow's heart jolted slightly upon hearing this, and he turned to find that all of the guards had parted to create a path for him. Brandli wore a dark expression as he made his way over with a dozen or so members of the Gray Temple's city inspectors and city inspectors.
"Lord Brandli!" A hint of panic flashed through Woodrow's eyes, but he quickly composed himself, and hurriedly stepped forward with a grief-stricken expression as he said, "So it's you, Master Brandli! What brings you here? An extremely vicious riot just took place here, and that thug brutally murdered my nephew as well as all of his subordinates. My nephew was like my own son to me, yet not even his corpse was found. I was overwhelmed by grief, and said something that I shouldn't have said. However, I have to avenge my nephew and all of his subordinates; I can't disappoint them. This guy and these rioters, we can't let any of them escape! "
The family members of the miners looked at Brandli with glowing eyes, but after hearing Woodrow's words, they gradually became enraged again. It seemed that this man was just as bad as Woodrow.
Brandli's expression became extremely grim as he looked at the mangled corpses, as well as the one that had almost been dismembered. Who would've thought that such a heinous crime had taken place in broad daylight?
What was even more surprising to him was that all of the blood-stained people around him were women, children, and elderly people. All of them were extremely thin, and there were blood-stained rocks beneath their feet. All of them were glaring at him with fury in their eyes, and it was as if they wanted to tear him to shreds. What could enrage these powerless people to the point that they were willing to dismember these corpses in broad daylight?
The members of the Gray Temple were also quite surprised to see this. They didn't think that they would encounter something like this after coming here to investigate the fire. This was far more serious than a simple fire, and it involved so many people, so it was quite clear that this was no ordinary incident.
"Master, a total of six people have been killed, and one of them is most likely a second-tier knight. This is a third-tier incident!" A member of the Gray Temple quickly made his way over to the scene before reporting to Brandli.
Brandli nodded in response, and just as he was about to take a look at what kind of heinous thug had committed this crime, Woodrow's expression suddenly changed.
"Blah, blah, blah, are you here to catch bad guys? They're all bad guys; hurry up and catch them! "Right at this moment, a mellow voice sounded.
Brandli faltered slightly before turning around to find Meg and Amy surrounded by guards, and he exclaimed, "Mr. Mak, Amy, what are you doing here?"
"Do you know them, Master Brandli?" A sense of foreboding welled up in Woodrow's heart, and he gulped as he asked in a cautious manner.
"Is Amy's father acquainted with this man?" Rebecca's face was full of surprise. Her mood today could be described as a thousand twists and turns.
A hint of hope had also reappeared in the eyes of the families of the miners. Perhaps this man could change the course of events for the better.
"Unfortunately for you, we're most likely the ones he's referring to. Of course, I don't agree with this identity. If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext. " Meg shrugged as he looked at Brandli. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah was a nickname that Amy had given to Brandli as his name sounded a little like that. Every time Meg heard this nickname, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"We're innocent." Amy also shrugged in a resigned manner.
Brandli looked at the dismembered corpses on the ground, then at the neatly dressed Amy, who was completely unstained by blood. Even the soles of her shoes were clean, and there was no way that he could associate them with the culprits.
Of course, what made Brandli even more convinced was Meg's character and identity. He was the owner of a restaurant that was filled to the brim every day, and he had a four-year-old daughter who was already a 3rd-tier magic caster. He was also a father who had taken two great magic casters as his disciples. He was a hero who had once helped to subdue the culprit behind a 4th-tier incident, and he was a man who dared to face a vicious werewolf with a cleaver in order to protect his customers. There was no way that he would kill someone on the street for no reason, especially in front of his own daughter.
"He's the owner of a restaurant in the Aden Square. What's going on here, Woodrow?" Brandli asked with a serious expression.
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