Sneaking In

Although the situation on the mainland was very chaotic, the public security of the main cities was not that bad. As the saying goes, 'Minor thieves are hanged, but important ones escape'. Under the strict punishment system, general civilians dared not to do anything that broke the law. After all, no one would want to be sold into slavery. As for the aristocrats, no matter what they did, they were beyond the governed scope. The so-called laws for public security were only rules for civilians and slaves.

The highest power of the cities was firmly concentrated in the various lords that owned the territories. In this world, power was the only criterion for everything. None of the lords of the territories worked alone, and every single one of them surrounded themselves with countless professionals. The power they possessed could easily destroy any satellite city. Even if all of the villages and towns united together, they would still be no threat to the lord of a city. Only other city's lords could threaten another lord.

Civilians, slaves and other oppressed groups were naturally dissatisfied with the system, but luckily, this world offered them a way out and a channel to vent their dissatisfaction: cultivation. Do you want to be a member of those privileged classes? Cultivate! If you possessed outstanding abilities, the gate to the privileged class would naturally open for you. Those in the privileged class didn't mind having one more person sharing their good fortune as long as they could still keep their status quo. If you were oppressed your entire life, you couldn't blame anyone but yourself. It was your incompetence that made you stuck in such a low position. If others could achieve excellence and become powerful professionals, why couldn't you? The weak deserved to be bullied! However, if one thought for even a second that they could resist the system, then they would be gravely mistaken. Anyone who intended to do so would be swiftly beaten down!

However, things were a bit different in Beitman. There was no singular supreme ruler, and the lords of the four satellite cities never stopped plotting against each other. As long as there were no large scale bloodsheds, they couldn't care less. As for the non-stop small-scaled skirmishes, they themselves sometimes participated in them. Because of all the reasons listed above, Beitman eventually into a very chaotic region.

Hence why the public security force of Beitman was always one of the busiest and largest security forces among all the cities. On top of that, they were also in charge of the most dangerous work. They were still required to go on patrol even late at night.

In one of the alleys of the Eleventh Town, a figure peeped into the dark night. After watching the security force moving away to another street, the figure gestured behind them for others to follow.

Sunier jumped onto the wall and looked around. Her shining blond hair was very conspicuous in the dark night. Because of that, she and Han Jin had argued many times. Han Jin insisted that she should tie her hair up, while she refused, for some unknown reason...

"Are we... really gonna do this?" Michelle stammered in the darkness.

"Do you think that we still have other options?" Cessacioun replied in a low voice.

"Rest assured, George has only a few battlers to protect him, and the captain of his guards is only a high-grade swordsman. It shouldn't be a problem," Han Jin said lightly.

"Only a high-grade swordsman?" Moxinke hummed discontentedly, "What is that suppose to mean?!"

"You do seem to have a pretty strong sense of self-esteem." Han Jin laughed. He too just realized that what he said might have unintentionally insulted Moxinke.

"You..." Moxinke nearly clenched his teeth out of anger, but considering what they were about to do, he had to swallow this humiliation for the time being.

"Could you just shut up?" Sunier's cold voice came from above. Even though she had very good hearing, she couldn't clearly distinguish the sounds in the distance if people were fooling around noisily on the ground.

They all shut their mouths. Han Jin suddenly felt that it was not a good sign that they seemed to be growing overconfident with themselves. Aside from Michelle, who remained pessimistic as usual, the rest of them were not only excited, but also showed some arrogance. If they could kill a fighter so easily, what could a mere swordsman do to them?

Sunier walked along the wall quietly and hid behind a tree, then slowly drew her longbow. After aiming carefully, she loosened her finger and an arrow silently flew out. A signal indicating safety.

"Cessacioun, stay here with Michelle and Steelberg. Get ready to coordinate with us," Han Jin ordered in a low voice.

"Got it, don't worry about it." Cessacioun nodded. As a magician, he was not skilled at ambushing, for the simple reason that as soon as he releases a spell, he would alert his enemies. The son-in-law of George, Mayor Laphar, was a high-grade fighter. If Laphar came with his security team, things would become much worse.

Moxinke jumped up noiselessly with his hand holding the edge of the wall. Though his figure was big and tall, his movements were very agile. He jumped on the wall silently and then offered his hand.

With the help of Moxinke, Han Jin also jumped on the wall and sneaked closer to Sunier.

It might be that George had never expected that anyone would dare plot anything against him, but the defending force in his courtyard was very lax. They didn't see a single guard after they'd almost sneaked on for over thirty meters.

When they were passing a rockery, Moxinke suddenly touched something wet and sticky. Startled by this, he looked down closely and saw a man stuffed inside the gap of the rockery. A black arrow was sticking out of the man's throat.

"Damn it!" Moxinke murmured. He wiped his hand on the body several times.

Han Jin came up a few seconds later and glanced at the body. He looked back at the wall in the distance and whispered, "It's a blind angle..."

Moxinke showed a mysterious smile as he lowered his voice and spat out a number, "Eight!"

"Eight what?" Han Jin did not understand.

But Moxinke did not answer it, he simply caught up to Sunier silently.

They didn't encounter any obstruction when they were passing the entire outer court. The other side of the corner gate was the inner court, which was where George rested with his wife and concubines. Moxinke looked into the inner court from the gate for a while and whispered, "It's the place that guy told us, but George has so many mistresses, who knows which room he is in? Shall we search every room?"

Sunier looked back at Han Jin, who replied in a low voice, "George will be where the most guards are."

She put her finger on her lips and listened carefully for a while, then she pointed to the left side. The three sneaked forward down the trail.

George's life was very simple. Only a few oil lamps were present, and magic-based lamps were nowhere to be seen. The whole inner court had only two oil lamps, while the outer court was not lit at all. Who knew what he was saving all his money for.

At the end of the path, there was a spacious courtyard. Under the lights, they could clearly see four security guards gathering in front of the corner gate and whispering something amongst eachother. Sunier heard what they were talking about and led Han Jin and Moxinke to walk closer to them.

"What should we do?" she asked in a very low voice. Before them was a spacious lawn which they could never cross without being noticed.

"You pretend to be a woman and lead them away," Moxinke said in the ear of Han Jin.

Hearing this, Sunier almost burst out in laughter, but she didn't because when she looked up, she found Han Jin looking at her up and down.