Chapter 1330 Gangs and Mercenaries
?The eerie silence of the night didn't stop the men from moving in the shadows. They moved slowly, wanting not to be seen as they made their way toward their target.
Heeran's Love.
The place was very easy to find with bright light declaring the name for the world to see. The words forged using Light shined endlessly.
The group of 6 men stepped closer and closer, almost until there were just 3 shops away. The light here was bright enough that anyone could see them even by accident. One of them hissed 'stop' and everyone stopped moving.
"What's that, boss?" the man asked, pointing at the base of a shop with broken lights.
The boss looked and frowned. Something, no, someone moved in the shadow. Many someones. More people?
"Guards or..." the boss asked.
"Aren't those Prav's gang members?" one of them asked. "Yeah, look. That shaved head belongs to Marc."
"The hell?" the boss asked, squinting his eyes. Now that he focused on just the head, the strange indent on the back of the head did belong to Marc.
"What the hell are they doing here?" the man asked.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" a voice spoke from behind them. Everyone turned around, clothes rustling loudly in the silence. They had to squint to see a figure clad in dark clothes clinging to the shadows.
He was hiding so very stealthily.
"Jerry?" the boss asked.
"Yo, Paul," the man said. "Fancy seeing you here. Mind telling me what you guys are up to?"
"Good job, boss," one of them whispered quietly.
"Yes," Paul said, slightly stunned. That... was so easy. Had he become strong? No, he didn't think so. Then why did the chain come off so simply?
'I must've hit a weak link amongst the chain,' he thought and stopped thinking about everything else before walking in through the door.
The Mercenary men seemed to not have a way to open the lock so easily, so they waited for Paul and the group to do it. Once those men entered, the rest entered as well.
Paul arrived inside the room that was dark all around them. They could only see themselves in the vague light the Fire sword gave. The mercenary group behind Paul walked in, then another group came in, and then another.
Paul was stunned.
Just how many people did they expect to be required to burn a simple house down? One could've just attacked with a Fire technique from outside and it would've done the job had it been a regular building.
The only reason they even came inside was because of the vastness inside compared to the outside.
Paul pointed his sword toward the mercenary group, slowly moving away from them. The other mercenary group slowly distanced themselves from each other as well. Their eyes refused to move from each other.
It was only when they were far away in the darkness that they turned to talk amongst themselves.
"What do we do now, boss?" one of them asked.
"We burn the place and leave," Paul said, turning around to look at the walls. They were still dark.
"Someone bring out your Light sword and make some light," he ordered.
A person did as requested bringing out a hammer that quickly gave a glow of light that shined... nothing but the humans.
"What?" Paul paused in confusion. The light was out and it shined brightly.
But then... why was everything still in the shadows?