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The Silent 613

    613 Chapter 613


    613.Chapter 613


    "How dare you!" The ck g patrol captain''s eyes zed with fury as he roared, "Are you blind? Look around! This is ck g territory. I don''t care who your master is-anyone who dares trespass here will be executed without mercy!" It was no surprise the ck g soldiers were so audacious.


    After all, in all of Bortend, only two people had the authority tomand the ck g.


    One was their direct superior, His Highness the Prince Regent, and the other was Beyond these two, they answered to no one-not even the Empress Dowager.


    To the ck g, everyone else was just noise.


    reigning Emperor.


    Even if Gabriel, the Duke of Mowbay himself, were to show up, it would make no difference-let alone Anthony.


    The man who had jumped down from the carriage and shouted was one of Anthony''s guards. They were well aware of the ck g''s reputation and knew they were not to be trifled with.


    When they saw the bloodied man, Kingsley, rushing toward the ck g base, they had chased after him with all their might. Unfortunately, they were still a step toote.


    Especially when Kingsley handed over the Dragonbone Lotus directly to the ck g soldiers, the guard''s heart sank, and he immediately tried to seize the initiative.


    “We didn''t mean to intrude,” the guard said hastily, his tone almost pleading. “But that thief stole our young master''s life-saving medicine! Please, I beg you, return it to him. He''ll reward you generously!"


    The guard hesitated for a moment before adding, "By the way, our young master is the fourth son of the Duke''s estate."


    Everyone in Bortend knew Duke''s estate.


    It was once the seat of unparalleled power, with the Duke as the head of the civil officials.


    Anyone would show them respect except for the ck g.


    It wasn''t about respect-their Prince Regent simply didn''t care.


    In fact, if the guard hadn''t mentioned the Duke''s estate, there might have been a slim chance of retrieving the herb.


    But now...


    The ck g squad leader, his face cold and unyielding, said bluntly, "Who said this herb belongs to your young master? Just because you im it? Sounds to me like you''re the ones trying to steal it!"


    He had heard it clearly earlier-the injured man on the ground had asked for the herb to be delivered to Your Grace.


    And everyone knew that Eliza and the Duke''s estate had a long-standing grudge.


    There was no way they were handing it over.


    Just then, a figure suddenly appeared beside the ck g squad leader.


    Tina, her face as calm as ever, said coldly, "Her Grace Eliza wants to see this man."


    She gestured slightly toward Kingsley, lying on the ground. The squad leader immediately understood and handed her the Dragonbone Lotus. "This herb was brought by him. He said it was meant for Your Grace. Please, Ms. Page, take it with you." Tina nodded and was just about to take the Dragonbone Lotus when Anthony''s urgent voice rang out from the carriage," Snatch it back for me!" Two guards sprang into action, lunging for the Dragonbone Lotus.


    In an instant, a sh of steel cut through the air.


    A sickening sound followed as the de struck.


    The fastest guard let out a blood-curdling scream as his outstretched hand was severed cleanly at the wrist by Tina''s sword.


    The other guard, though slower, wasn''t spared. Tina''s de sliced off half a finger from his hand.


    She sheathed her sword and coldly spat out two words, "You have a death wish."


    As she said this, her gaze swept toward the carriage, as if her words were not directed at the guards but at the person inside.


    Inside the carriage, Anthony''s face darkened to an extreme.


    "Eliza! Just you wait-you''ll pay for this!" he snarled.
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