Levi originally wanted to rush in.
He roughly sensed it but did not find a grand knight's aura.
To be sure, Levi kidnapped a small fry to ask about the situation.
Levi grabbed the lackey by the neck in the dark alley and pinned him to the wall.
The small fry kept struggling, but it was useless. He was like a little chick in Levi's hand, weak and helpless but not pitiful.
After all, the sword in his hand had been snatched from Levi's Blacksmith Shop.
He only knew how to bully others and swing his sword at the weak. His death was not worth regretting!
"How many people are inside?" Levi asked.
The small fry was scared silly. The person in front of him was too powerful.
Even Boss Bloody Hand, whom he admired, was not worth mentioning in front of this terrifying aura.
If Boss Bloody Hand was a terrifying aristocratic fighting dog, the person in front of him was a real wild Scorpion-tailed Tiger!
