"Bang!"
The streets were chaotic, littered with debris and rubble. Scenes of brawls unfolded one after another, with beatings, smashing, burning, and looting becoming commonplace. The poor, considered the city's underclass, took the opportunity to attack various shops, sweeping away all winter supplies such as soft bread, hot sausages, and warm coats!
The number of poor people was quite large, and they had already shown signs of wanting to attack when the Fox King attacked the magic tower in the high-rise building.
Until the Knights were defeated, the military's strongmen were killed one after another, and the information deliberately spread by the Fox King ignited their long-buried resentment. They went to restaurants, clothing stores, and hotels in droves to take revenge and steal winter supplies.
"Hiss!"
A carriage entwined with flowering vines was startled by the flames splashing on the road. The horses threw themselves off the carriage and ran away on their hooves.
As a result, the beautiful lady inside the elaborately decorated carriage was overturned and thrown to the ground. After being jolted around a few times, purplish-blue marks appeared on her cheeks, and her makeup was ruined.
"Get out of here, you lowly commoner!"
She frantically opened the car door, a burst of flame flashing past her head, grazing her rose hair ornament.
But she wrapped her skirt tighter, was protected by several guards, and shouted at the group of people in front of her who had eyes as hungry as wolves!
"She's one of the Earl's lovers, capture her!"
"This slut has such a gorgeous body, it's a shame to send her to the gallows. Why don't we play with her a little longer?!"
"Hehe, I also want to taste what it's like to be the Earl's woman..."
The malice-filled poor people, biting into the grilled sausages in the restaurant, stared unkindly at the count's woman, their dirty hands holding various weapons.
"Get out of my way, you lowly servants who are less than dogs! Do you even know who I am?!"
The countess snapped, but was met with an even more intense, blatant, and resentful gaze.
"Even the Earl can't protect himself, Madam. Why don't you stay with us for a while tonight, and we'll put in a good word for you... Hehe."
A tall, limping poor man finished the last piece of sausage, gripped a sword he had taken from the knight's corpse, and stared at the countess's sexy figure with a hint of disdain: "Sending it to the count so early? That old geezer is as soft as a leather strap. Let us give you a good nudge, Madam."
"Don't even think about it!"
The Countess gritted her teeth, her pupils blazing with fury, and ordered her guards to kill all the poor people, leaving none alive.
"I'm sorry, madam."
The guard hesitated for a moment, then stepped back slightly before finally making his decision.
He gazed at the streets engulfed in flames, and in the distance, the Earl's mansion was ablaze with billowing black smoke, a testament to the ferocity of the battle!
The count is likely to die a horrible death. It's best to take this opportunity to sever ties with him, let alone be his mistress, otherwise your death will be absolutely miserable.
It is said that the bandits encouraged city riots, and anyone who became involved with the lord's family was sentenced to death by hanging.
"What did you say?! You, you all dare to betray me! Believe me or not, I'll kidnap your crippled sister!"
The countess was stunned for a moment, then her face showed anger.
Soon, the guard's eyes turned cold. Ignoring the other party's threat, he led his men and fled, changing course with the wind.
Seeing this, a group of rioting poor people chuckled and swore rudely as they moved closer to the Countess.
"Don't come any closer! I'm telling you, the Earl will stand up for me..."
The helpless countess immediately retreated, for she was no stranger to the vicious and cruel poor.
In the past, she used to toy with these spineless dogs. The common people she harmed had their property confiscated, their legs broken, and were left to bark in the filthy slums.
But now, even those who rely on their power to bully others are struggling to protect themselves, and her pitiful nature will soon bring retribution from the people.
Just then, an old man emerged from the door of a house engulfed in flames. His frail body stumbled as he staggered, leaning on a rattan cane and carrying a burlap sack. He was stunned by what he saw.
He then walked past the crowd without even looking up, his face slightly gloomy, ignoring the cries of his bedmate.
This man was none other than the Earl, the lord wanted by the Fox King throughout the city.
After the count fled, Xiao Han immediately sealed off the city and launched a thorough search.
The saying goes, "There's a reward for reporting." If you happen to encounter the lord's family, you can just report them and win the Fox King's grand prize!
The city's most valuable assets are absolutely in the hands of this family.
"I'll go first!"
The poor man, whose eye had been blinded, rushed forward, grabbed the countess's snowy arm, and slammed her to the ground. He then pounced on her, stepping on her pretty face with the worn sole of his shoe. The countess's expression of suffocation gave him a great sense of satisfaction.
"You slut, this eye of mine was injured in a fight with your guards. My poor little son died of illness in his damp bed."
He roared, raised his leg, and swung his fist at the Countess's face. The poor people behind him quickly pulled him back; it would be too easy for her to be beaten to death like that.
"She deserves to die!"
An angry voice erupted from the crowd.
A emaciated young man, his hands stained with blood, was eating bread he had stolen. Beside him, a thick, blood-stained cotton coat covered the old tailor standing by the wall. After carefully taking care of him, the tailor stood up, straightened his back, and walked over.
His eyes were cold, filled with an indescribable disgust for both the poor people around him and for the resentful, venomous woman.
Everyone was stunned by his performance. The thin young man, holding a pair of scissors, stared at the disheveled, venomous woman and smiled.
"I think if your skin were peeled off and made into a coat, it would be amazing. I'm sure my master would praise me highly."
“It’s you.”
The Countess was terrified. Her raised arm was trampled off by the mob. The poor people she had persecuted returned the pain they had inflicted on her frail body.
However, opinions differed, and disagreements led to arguments. The young man, holding scissors, was even more horrifying, intending to skin her alive.
"call out!"
At this moment, a pale white old fox darted out and bit a poor man's leg. A bloody mark remained on his sharp teeth. The bitten man screamed and loosened his grip. His snow fox coat was caught in the old fox's bite, and he tried to run away on the spot.
"You stinky fox!"
A quick-thinking poor man swung a stick at the other man, striking him with a heavy thud.
The next moment, the old fox was struck on the back with a stick, but it still dragged its snow fox coat and quickly left.
"grass!"
The poor were furious. This fox fur coat was a top-quality item, and after the riot, it represented a considerable fortune.
In an instant, he called out to those around him, forgetting to punish the Countess, and went after the old fox.
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