Hastings Native Land, Royal Capital of Kingston, Warwick Earl's Mansion.
BANG!
In the luxurious study, a desk suddenly exploded, shattering into countless splinters of wood that scattered and drifted down from above.
"My elite assassination squad... all gone? Byron Tudor, I *will* kill you!"
A low roar echoed, causing the Law Network that stretched over the entire Royal Capital to manifest visibly within the Earl's Mansion.
A heavy sense of oppression fell upon the hearts of everyone inside the residence, making them feel as if they were standing before an enraged Giant Dragon, trembling and terrified to the point of death.
Many of the more timid maids' limbs went weak, and they slumped directly onto the floor.
The Kingmaker Warwick's complexion was frightfully cold, as if one could scrape a layer of frost from his face with a knife.
