The lair of the Swallow Gold Organization was nestled among the mountain ranges not far from the banks of the Weak Water River.
"Leader!"
A startled cry from the sky shattered the tranquility of the mountains, accompanied by a swiftly approaching figure.
In an instant, a person rose into the air, blocking the newcomer, "What is the matter that you are so panicked?"
"Protector Field!"
The person who had rushed back from outside, after respectfully greeting him, said with a look of terror, "Protector Mullins... Protector Mullins and the others have been killed!"
"What?!"
The old man who had just risen into the air, upon hearing this, his face changed dramatically, "How could Protector Mullins and the others be dead? Didn't they go to deal with the person who killed our Swallow Gold Organization members?"
"Yes, but Protector Mullins and the other two Protectors, they were killed by a follower of that person."
The newcomer said bitterly.
"A follower? Are you sure?"
