Everything Is Under Control

The masked man was secretly overjoyed. After a close battle with the bailiffs, he quickly left with the spoils of war. Little did he know that after they left, the bailiffs, who were supposed to be in a difficult position due to their serious injuries, got up one after another. They took out the broken blood bags and hard iron armor from their clothes, sleeves, and pants. They heaved a long sigh. "Aiyo, this thing hurts me."

His companion kicked him in the side. "It's better than really getting stabbed, right? You don't know that if I hadn't reacted quickly and blocked it with my arm, I would have been cut in the neck. It was really dangerous."

The other bailiff, whose face was a little swollen, laughed bitterly. "It's about time for the two of you. The person I faced this person just now was the real bastard. He actually attacked my handsome face. He must be jealous of me!"