"I am one of the Eight Great Brigand Kings, King Duncan the Bandit King," he bellowed, "You have half a day to gather the supplies listed. Miss one, and I'll slaughter the city!"
Kellan Gentry flicked the fresh blood off his right hand, "My hand is bleeding. I don't mind if this city bleeds with me!"
Kellan Gentry's voice thundered like a storm across the city, the black armor made him appear as if a Demon God had descended into the world, immensely intimidating.
Carson Flores sat on the roof outside the City Lord's Mansion, looking at the large pit behind him, and then at Kellan Gentry who was shouting threats with a bandit's ferocity, feeling oddly amused.
Would he really raise his slaughter blade if the people of this city didn't pay the protection fee?
By the reputation alone, the name of the Eight Great Brigand Kings made everyone in the city tremble, and in less than half a day, they had gathered all the supplies listed.
"You know the score. Let's go!"
