There were neighbors nearby, but none of them dared to speak out, fearing, as they had done before, that this would bring disaster and harm to others.

Since no one dares to punish them, I will take action. Now I can withstand any punch, no matter how hard it is.

Bard roared and rushed forward, his veins exposed and his face bloodshot. He grabbed a person and threw him, smashing him heavily against the wall. The person slowly slid down, leaving a pool of blood.

Then he lowered his shoulder and hit someone directly. The only sound was that of broken bones. The opponent vomited blood and fell down.

Then he attacked repeatedly, blood and foam flew everywhere, and his opponents fell one after another. The courtyard was filled with wailing and screaming sounds. In the end, only Manda was left standing.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Manda wanted to escape. Just after running a few steps, he heard a whoosh and the thick wooden table was lifted up by Bud, then hit his back and pressed him to the ground.

When he struggled to get up, the boy with his face covered had already walked in front of him, blocking his way out.

"Who are you?"

Manda asked in a hoarse voice, but one hand slowly reached for the mace beside him.

The boy remained silent, and Manda took the opportunity to pick up the mace and swung it down, hitting the boy in front of him on the head.

Snap——

The mace was held in one hand, stopped in the air, and then the palm of the hand exerted force to break the nails on the mace, and the fingers pinched deeply into the iron shaft.

Seeing that he couldn't pull out the mace, Manda quickly let go and prepared to continue running away, but before he could turn around, a powerful kick knocked him to the ground. He was about to get up when a foot stepped heavily on his hand, making him beg for mercy like a slaughtered pig.

The boy took off his mask, revealing his bloody face. He grabbed Manda's hair with one hand and made him look at him.

"My name is Bud, and I'm from Greythorn County."

It was just like the first sentence he had said in response to Loran Hill, but the person who spoke was no longer the timid person he used to be.

Manda looked at the familiar face and screamed in fear, explaining and begging for mercy, but the other party remained unmoved.

He picked up the mace and swung it down hard. Blood splattered everywhere and there was no life in the courtyard.