As he approached from above, he discerned several figures cloaked in black, lurking in the shadows as sentinels.

To advance recklessly would undoubtedly expose them to these hidden watchers.

These individuals are indeed cautious.

After circling a few times in the air and noting the positions of the sentinels, he finally relinquished his divine presence.

He relayed the locations of the sentinels to his companions.

After some discussion, they found themselves at an impass.

The positions of these sentinels were particularly troublesome, making it difficult to eliminate them through assassination.

Each had mutual support.

Should one be taken down, the others would surely notice.

You will directly confront the Sentinels.

Dimitria and Ja, you two shall lead a group to storm the warehouse and capture the target alive, ensuring safety.

Fungho instructed decisively.

Fongghao adopted a more direct approach.

There were no strategists within the team, so it was far more convenient to charge directly in.

Good.

The crowd responded in unison action.

They did not conceal themselves, but boldly brandished their blades as they rushed towards the hidden sentry outside the door.

Domiga, accompanied by his men, made his way straight to the warehouse, lifting the concealed trap door on the ground before leaping down.

The basement was brightly lit with torches illuminating the room.

For figures clad in black cloaks stared in bewilderment at the sudden arrival of the intruders, although their expressions were concealed, the pupils in the gaps of their hoods dilated in alarm.

Behind the cloaked figures hung a woman bloodied and battered, indicating that an interrogation had just taken place.

You all, Suddenly, the leading cloaked figure attempted to speak.

In an instant, Domiga struck twice, severing the arms of the man before him.

Blood gushed forth immediately.

Ah.

The cloaked figure emitted a cry of agony.

Domiga's low voice resounded once more.

Break their limbs.

Do not allow them to take their own lives.

Yes.

Behind him, the likes of Gray Bear and others surged forward amidst a cacophony of screams to subdue the remaining three.

Chapter 352.

The perverse old man Fong How did not rush into the warehouse.

Given the identity of the Faceless One, it was reasonable to assume that there would be few adversaries within.

With Domiga and over 20 fierce and battleh hardened mountain bandits, the outcome of this confrontation was beyond doubt.

The conclusion of the battle was merely a matter of time.

No wonder Rebecca remarked that this mission was both effortless and lucrative.

Such a small space could scarcely accommodate many individuals.

The hidden sandals outside were swiftly dispatched by the charging bandits.

Inside the warehouse, anguish cries echoed.

Approximately 5 minutes later, a bandit emerged from the warehouse, hastily approaching and announcing, "My lord, it is over.

" For men in black robes have been subdued and we rescued a woman who is being interrogated.

Another victim of interrogation.

What is the color of her hair? Fong Hao inquired.

Golden my lord.

And she has an appealing figure.

Who asked you that? Fonga retorted.

Come leave me down to see her.

As per their agreement, the guard from the lord's residence had already set out and would soon arrive.

He needed to seize this opportunity to gather information regarding the faceless ones.

The bandit nodded and guided Fong Ha and in Jia into the warehouse, descending via a rope ladder into the basement.

Upon arrival, they were met with the overwhelming stench of blood.

The basement was modest in size directly ahead for men cloaked in black robes knelt, their hoods having been pulled back to reveal their true faces.

Though Fona did not recognize them, their appearance and the ornate garments beneath the robes suggested they belong to the city's upper echelons.

Administer a simple bandage to him.

Do not let him perish.

Fong Hao commanded, casting a glance at the man whose arms had been severed, teetering on the brink of death.

A bandit stepped forward and performed a hasty, crude bandaging, but the effect appeared minimal.

You are not from the Lord's residence.

Make a deal.

Release us and we shall provide you with enough wealth to last a lifetime.

One of the cloaked men proposed.

How much are you willing to offer? Funhao asked.

10,000 gold pieces.

What do you say? It is sufficient for a lifetime, the man continued.

At this proclamation, the bandits surrounding the grizzly bear were visibly stirred.

10,000 gold pieces was indeed no trifling sum.

10,000 gold.

Do you truly believe we are mere kidnappers? Interrogate them.

Record their names and occupations.

Fungho replied coldly.

Understood, my lord.

The grizzly bear immediately stepped forward, delivering five or six resounding slaps before inquiring about their names and professions.

Any hint of hesitation would result in further punishment.

Fong house stroed directly to the blonde woman before him.

She appeared to be in her 30s, neither beautiful nor unattractive, but well preserved.

At that moment, due to her injuries, she had succumbed to unconsciousness from the appearance of the blood crust on the wound.

It seems the interrogation has been ongoing for several days.

My lord, look.

At this moment, Dimitria handed over a document.

Fonhow took it, revealing the interrogation records of a woman named Angier.

According to the records, Angier's father, utilizing the expertise of the dwarves, had crafted a type of fire thunder.

Angier made improvements resulting in a unique fire thunder she named detonator.

This compact bomb is easily portable and does not require prior ignition.

It can be activated simply by pulling a lever before being thrown to detonate.

It has come to light that the design blueprint is hidden beneath Angier's bed.

The text abruptly ends, suggesting the interrogation was interrupted when Dimitria and her men burst in.

Upon seeing the detonator, Fongo couldn't he help but speculate that Angier's modifications were influenced by time traveler.

Otherwise, even if she had developed it independently, she would not have directly used that name.

However, with her currently unconscious, there was no opportunity for further inquiry.

Utilizing the Lord's book, he meticulously copied the entire interrogation record to review later.

At that moment, a bandit peered down from above the warehouse, announcing, "My lord, the guards have reached the street corner.

" Fongo nodded and ordered, "All right, let us depart.

We shall leave this to the guards.

Exiting the basement, they departed swiftly.

Soon, the guards surrounded the area completely, extracting four black cloaked men with broken limbs along with the woman from the basement.

Meanwhile, in the western district at the Red Lady Tavern, the largest tavern on the commercial street, the second and third floors served as pleasure houses, while the fourth floor was a gambling den.

This establishment belonged to the notorious leader Ley, where one could find any lucrative venture.

In a private room on the top floor, the underworld boss Ley cradled a bare and alluring woman in his arms.

Ley, you're so wicked.