The man on the rooftop noticed those three black figures sneaking into the pleasure house and sneered, "Heh, Magistrate Dogs!" The next instant, he vanished into the darkness.
The three figures crept toward the ugly orc, the owner of this pleasure house, and lazily sat behind the counter as business was relatively slow today.
At this moment, an icy voice whispered in his ear, "If you don't want to die, then cooperate!"
The ugly orc was instantly spooked when this voice rang beside his ear, but before he could even yelp, a firm hand wrapped around his mouth, and the voice sounded again, "You gutter rat, do you want to meet your whore mother so much?!"
The ugly orc's heart palpitated. He knew the other party was ridiculously strong because he was a Rare Tier-5 fighter, but the other party quickly suppressed him. He didn't dare to play any trick and stop struggling.
