"Who the hell has a death wish?!"
The Beastman bared his teeth in pain, but only after roaring did he realize the city's Guard Team had arrived.
The brown-haired young man in the lead was handsome and young, with a sharp gaze—it was Baron, whom she had just met not long ago.
The moment they saw Baron, that gang of hooligans instantly wilted; all their earlier arrogance vanished, leaving only fear on their faces.
Even the Beastman leader whose hand had been chopped off turned pale in an instant. His rage was doused as if with cold water; he shrank back half a step, squeezing out an ingratiating smile. "C-Captain Baron, why is it you? We haven't caused any trouble this year…"
Baron only said coldly, "No brawling in the city, and absolutely no harassing females! Next time I see it, anyone who breaks the rules will be executed on the spot!"
The Beastmen were so frightened their whole bodies trembled, yet they didn't dare resist.
