Bab 1195: Removing a Thorn

Algerie Kingdom, in an alleyway near the Imperial Production Guild.

"Are you really threatening me right now?" Glaring at the group that appeared in front of him, Braum had a slight frown on his face as he radiated a bit of killing intent.

"You do know the consequences of doing something like this, right?"

"I wouldn't have done it if I didn't," replied the man at the front, briefly letting out a cackle as he looked at Braum with malicious intent. "I know you know why we've come here, Braum."

"After all, you wouldn't have left the guild if you didn't."

"…Tsk." Clicking his tongue in response to the man's words, Braum's frown deepened as he radiated a far stronger killing intent than before.

As someone who led one of the Imperial Production Guild's reconnaissance teams, aside from needing to have the superb ability to obtain and process information from anything and everything, he also needed to have the strength befitting of a leader.