The shotgun pellets sprayed out in volleys, instantly riddling the wooden door with countless holes.
Then, Jason lifted a foot.
Bang!
The wobbly wooden door was directly kicked away.
The two guards outside had already fallen to the ground, lifeless, and the door, emblazoned with the Dufol Language, had long been opened.
The expression of the female student council president changed dramatically.
The two guards were among the most elite warriors of the family, otherwise, they wouldn't have been stationed there.
The door marked with the Dufol Language was a family secret technique, considered to be the strongest defense.
Combined, this place could be said to be the safest in the Prus Family.
But now?
It had been breached so easily.
And the outposts outside, utterly useless.
"How could this happen?"
"How could this be?"
