Hels the Mad Blade, one of the kings of Notting City's underworld, was, in Dean Bruce's understanding, equivalent to a mafia boss—one of the more formidable ones at that.
Other than showing respect to the City Lord's Mansion, the Magic Guild, and some special faction branches, once night fell, everyone else had to live under their mercy.
For a moment, even these powerful mentors had grave expressions, all turning their gazes towards Dean Bruce, puzzled as to why someone like him would attract the attention of Hels the Mad Blade.
Dean Bruce himself was even more astonished. Since his arrival in this world, he had barely left the academy, so how could he have possibly crossed paths with Hels the Mad Blade?
Could it be that Hels the Mad Blade was also ordered to come and make trouble for him?
However, even as one of the rulers of the underworld, Hels the Mad Blade wouldn't dare to kill someone in broad daylight, right?
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