With a deafening bang, the soldier who had been shot cried out in pain and collapsed onto the ground.
The other guards immediately frowned and drew their weapons, ready to apprehend these troublemakers on the spot.
But just then, a masked middle-aged man appeared out of nowhere and barked an order:
"Stand down!"
The soldiers instantly froze, because they could clearly sense the overwhelming pressure radiating from the middle-aged man.
None of them dared to act recklessly against such an obvious powerhouse.
"These people are bounty hunters," the man explained calmly.
"I invited them here to the capital."
He patiently detailed the arrangement to the soldiers.
However, the guards weren't easily swayed.
They knew full well what bounty hunters were—
heartless mercenaries, slaves to money, shunned by all proper nations, Plantagenet Kingdom included.
Still, while they disdained bounty hunters, sometimes certain... unsavory tasks had to be handled.
