*****Witnessing all these strange scenes, the courtyard fell into another suffocating silence, and this time, it was as though time itself had frozen.No one spoke, moved, blinked, or reacted even in the slightest bit.Everyone just stared at Lucius's motionless body as though they were witnessing something impossible.After what felt like an eternity, a servant finally found her voice.“Is he...” she whispered, her voice trembling so badly it sounded broken. “Has he... died?”The question was barely louder than a breath, yet within the overwhelming stillness blanketing the courtyard, it echoed clearly into everyone's ears.Instantly, the crowd jolted and shivered all over, and then, following this, several people finally returned to their senses.A guard stared at Lucius for several seconds before swallowing hard.“He... he is really dead,” he muttered, his voice shaking.The statement struck the crowd like a thunderbolt, and instantly, many people's expressions changed dramatically

*****“The patriarch is dead.”The instant everyone realized this, countless eyes shifted toward Augustus, and as they stared, they realized that the Patriarch hadn’t just gone stiff; he was no more.With this realization, different emotions surfaced within the onlookers.One elderly worker silently closed his eyes.‘If only the father and son had known this day would come,’ he thought bitterly. ‘Perhaps they wouldn't have allowed their greed, cruelty, and arrogance to consume them.’The old worker sighed deeply.Meanwhile, around him, hearts pounded nervously… particularly among the F-rank fighters.Their fear had reached its peak. After all, they were the ones who had carried out Augustus and Lucius's orders.They were the ones who had hunted Hunter… the ones sent to kill him.Now that both masters were dead, they naturally assumed their turn had arrived.However, contrary to every fearful expectation...“I had once been in your position as well,” Hunter suddenly said, his voice col

*****For what felt like an eternity after Hunter and the two cloaked figures vanished from sight, no one in the Scoan courtyard recovered from their shock.Everyone remained rooted where they stood, as though time itself had frozen alongside them.Everything they had witnessed today still felt like an impossible dream, one so absurd that even now they found themselves questioning whether it had truly happened or whether they had collectively fallen victim to some elaborate illusion.The mighty Scoan family had fallen in a single day.The arrogant patriarch was dead, and the young master who had lorded over them for years had become nothing more than a broken shell of his former self.And Hunter, whom everyone had once pitied, had arrived, exacted his revenge, and departed as calmly as though he had merely come to collect something that already belonged to him.No one knew what expression they should wear anymore.Eventually, a servant's trembling voice shattered the suffocating silen

*****Although the minority hated the Scoan family just as much as everyone else, their consciences made them hesitate slightly.But when more than eighty percent of the crowd openly supported the motion, they could only silently shut their mouths.After all, they certainly weren't foolish enough to stand before an army of oppressed people who had suddenly discovered both freedom and valuable treasures lying conveniently unattended.And once everyone reached an agreement, it was as though the entire crowd had collectively become possessed.More than eighty people, comprising ranked fighters, unranked fighters, servants, guards, and workers, abruptly turned around before bolting toward the Patriarch's villa as though their very lives depended upon reaching it first.The speed at which some of the servants ran nearly brought tears to the eyes of the F-rank fighters.Then, they began to thoroughly ransack and tear the luxurious villa apart, looting absolutely everything that possessed ev

*****The crowd continued pummeling Lucius for so long that eventually, his body became mangled beyond recognition, leaving behind only a grotesque reminder of the young master who had once arrogantly stood at the apex of the Scoan family.Only then did they finally leave him alone.Even so, several people couldn't resist spitting upon his corpse before stepping away, breathing heavily as years of accumulated resentment finally poured out of their hearts.Eventually, their gazes shifted toward Augustus's lifeless body.“I finally understand what Brother Hunter meant when he said this beast was lucky,” a worker growled hatefully through clenched teeth. “He truly is a lucky bastard!”“He didn't deserve such a peaceful death!”The enraged crowd immediately roared their agreement.Unable to restrain himself any longer, a middle-aged man suddenly rushed forward and viciously kicked Augustus's corpse.Seeing this, several others immediately followed his example.Fortunately, before matters