Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 350: [The Wind Rises]

"No!!!"

It seemed like they heard someone shouting.

Heisenberg and Joseph stood up simultaneously.

Then, it was as if they had misheard.

The shout did not seem to come from afar, but from behind them.

The sudden flash of white light seemed to have made the crew miss some important moment, causing the assembled artists to stomp and shout in frustration.

It was Palon who stood up to calm the crowd, suggesting another take.

Joseph then said to Heisenberg, "Who do you think won?"

"On a rainy night like this, it’d be better to go home early and sleep."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

When the white light lit up, Heisenberg seemed certain of the outcome.

What was left was merely a matter of time.

"But I still want to sit for a while longer."

"If I were you, I’d think about which route would get me out of the Royal Capital faster."

"I’ll return those words to you as well."

Once again, the two of them sat down together.

The rain seemed to be letting up.

Such light rain seemed perfect as the final refrain for a dispersing audience.

The night banquet of the Eriman Clan finally ended.

Everyone left the luxurious courtyard one after another, escorted by the Eriman Clan’s servants.

Even Jonas was preparing to say goodbye.

"I guess it’s over. I should go back and get some rest too."

"Aren’t you going to wait a bit longer? The news hasn’t come yet."

"Didn’t they say Johnny Blackbird has already appeared in the South District? There’s no point in waiting any longer."

The news of Johnny Blackbird appearing in the South District had already been delivered to this manor through the fastest channels.

So, a long time ago, they already knew that the focus of the hunt for Johnny Blackbird was no longer here.

"True, you’ve worked hard tonight."

Jesse stood up and said.

"You too, get some rest early."

Jonas drank the last sip of his drink and put down the glass.

"However, I suggest you still keep a bit cautious. Johnny Blackbird is a cunning guy, who knows what tricks he might have up his sleeve."

He said to Jesse before leaving.

"This is my home, I don’t believe he can break through my home’s defenses and do anything to me."

Jesse was confident and relaxed.

If Johnny Blackbird was really that formidable, he’d like to have a taste of it.

He had been in the Royal Capital for too long, without experiencing any excitement.

Jonas said no more and left.

Jesse also walked towards his house, planning to take a cold shower, then have another drink.

And in a corner where no one could see, in the guest room where Count Jiakade was supposed to be lying drunk as a lord, a man was softly humming a tune, rearranging his clothing while rubbing his face.

Next to him lay a man, deeply unconscious and naked.

The face he was rubbing slowly transformed into the likeness of that man.

He was dressed in the attire of an Eriman Clan servant.

Once everything was in order, he quietly opened the door and left, then silently slipped into the rainy night.

The Sea King Lockeby was also preparing to sleep peacefully in the diminishing rain.

In the end, he could not get to bed early.

Because the wind and thunder had awakened him.

After all, he was someone with a very high true name ranking, too sensitive to the dispersal of such true name energy, unable to fall asleep.

So he simply sat up and kept drinking.

But it wasn’t the same wine as before; he specially had a subordinate open a bottle of a treasured, aged wine.

It was a form of celebration.

"Did we win, boss?"

The subordinate couldn’t help but ask while pouring the wine.

"We should have, everything is finally over, but... watch out for that old man Xi Wen."

Lockeby took a sip, letting the wine slowly soak his tongue.

The last time he saw Xi Wen, he didn’t sense it so clearly. Now it seemed this guy’s strength might be above his own.

Truly an old master in hiding.

The Southern District Mafia was gone, who would be in the next war?

Swallowing the wine in his mouth entirely, Lockeby nodded. Indeed, it was good wine, something to save and enjoy later.

Perhaps there would be many occasions for celebration in this period.

Really, it’s time to sleep.

A good sleep is the guarantee of every future endeavor.

When he prepared to lie back down on his soft boat, the wind outside suddenly picked up.

Quite strong.

To the point where one would wonder if the typhoon had returned.

The subordinate heard the wind, and also the sound of a window fiercely banging against the wind, and quickly prepared to close it.

Lockeby reached out and stopped him.

"Get the guns, wake everyone up."

The originally sleepy Lockeby, upon hearing the wind, had tensed up entirely, already taking off the sleepwear he had on.

The boss’s actions made the subordinate understand something; being a close confidant of Lockeby, his response and execution were quick, immediately starting to carry out the boss’s orders.

Lockeby changed into a jet-black suit unhurriedly, tying a tie with a complex pattern, neatly combed his hair, and then walked to the window.

Outside, the wind was still strong, ridiculously strong.

But it seemed as though this wind only blew around his house; further away, it seemed there was no such wind.

The entire big house appeared to be trapped within a certain domain of wind.

Originally, Lockeby’s house was near the sea, so some sea breeze was normal.

But it shouldn’t be this strong.

Through the window, Lockeby continued to look into the wind and saw some people, people clad in dark blue, blue robes.

They looked like ghosts of the rainy night, coming from the wind.

"Really won’t let me have a good night’s sleep, huh."

The wind did not blow to the South District.

The rain in the South District was also getting lighter, the wind had gone, and that hot and humid feeling seemed to be coming back.

Travis walked in this heat and humidity, feeling discomfort all over; he still didn’t like this weather, nor did he like the Royal Capital.

In this kind of weather, if he were in the west, he’d ride through the wilderness with his comrades, find a tavern and have a few drinks when thirsty, or jump into a pool when hot.

Instead of walking on such a hot and humid night, in a rat-hole-like place, going to do some things, to kill some people.

But, for him, tonight’s job was the easiest, just sneaking in from the rear.

After strangling the person in front of him once again, he took a long breath, finally reaching this broken place.

He looked up at the tallest part of the building before him.

It truly did seem somewhat sacred.

Sanctuary.

Mafia is Mafia, calling it a Sanctuary?

He pushed open the large door in front of him, knowing after tonight, there would no longer be a Sanctuary here.