Reynard looked back and saw the Public Safety Chief piercing Vincent's chest with a knife. 'We should have investigated things more carefully! Dammit!' He regretted his decision to attack the Firecrown Household.
"Where do you think you're going?" An aged voice suddenly drifted into his ears, making him jump back in surprise. He looked ahead and saw an old man holding a walking stick, looking at him with a kind smile. "Marcus!"
"Reynard, don't make things difficult for this old man. Just surrender and accept your fate." Marcus spoke unhurriedly.
Reynard didn't dare take his away from him. This old man might look like he was a step away from his grave, but he was still a powerhouse at the 7th layer of the Nascent Soul realm! Fighting him would only end in his death. "Sir Marcus, why don't you help me convince your son? We can compensate you for your losses. All I ask is that you let my Blackcrow Household leave unharmed. What do you think?"
