The Unbroken Warlord

Chapter 97

The building looked ordinary from the outside, just a money-lending office with a faded signboard and barred windows. But the moment someone stepped inside, the atmosphere changed at once. The air felt heavy, mixed with the smell of metal, sweat, and old blood.

Behind thick wooden desks, large men with stiff postures and sharp eyes sat. Gunshot scars and blade cuts marked their arms. They weren't ordinary staff. They were war veterans recruited directly by the Noble Order to handle high-level debt collection.

The man who had fled from Callen's house earlier hurried inside. His name was Rovan. His face was still pale as he headed to the second floor, to a special division rarely visited by outsiders. A small plaque was fixed to the iron door: Internal Division for Overdue Debt Collection.

Rovan knocked briefly and went in. Inside, a large, middle-aged man sat behind an iron desk. His hair had turned white at the temples, and his gaze was stern and cold. He was the head of the division,