His vigorous stabs were not driven by any righteous purpose, but pure vengeance. He did not respect any form of accord, only viciously attacking.
Again and again, attack after attack, the frenzy reddened his eyes with blood vessels.
The fallen servant on the ground, whose struggles and cries gradually weakened, stripping him of his breath completely, laid lifeless.
Blood flowed from his mouth alongside his internal organs onto the scattering of Gold Coins underneath him.
The presence of human blood melded with the glint of gold, evoking a captivating color.
No one dared to resist the Mayor's brutal assault. Everyone watched this chilling scene from safe distance.
He had not strained himself in such a way for a long time. Although the revenge offered a slight gratification, the moment he stopped, sweat started to pore out.
Dressed in armor passed down from his ancestors and still reeking of iron oil, he held a keen longsword, attacking an utterly defenseless person.
