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Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.

The clock was ticking, seconds were fleeting, and they had no time to waste!

With the whistling orders given, the dogs began their staged performance.

In particular, the big Chrompo dog jumped towards the Burly man, allowing its skin to get brazed slightly.

Yet, it acted as though the enemy had almost pieces through its heart.

Grrrr~~~

It gritted his teeth fiercely, cowering away as though too afraid of the big man.

The others, seeing their leader 'injured,' quickly swarmed in to protect him while slowly backing away.

And with one final look, they made for the hills, with some limping and others supporting their 'heavily' injured comrades.

The Baymardians, who had been watching the battle unfold from a distance, would never truly allow the dogs take any big hits.

There were snipers on the go to tranquilize any who delivered a fierce hand.

And after the tranquilizer hits its mark, the dogs would secretly yank out the tiny dart mid-battle.

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They've trained them for this.

With several whistling orders, these dogs could do wonders... Especially the Chrompo dogs who are too spiritual and smart. (Thanks to Landon).

Sometimes, they didn't need to give orders, as these dogs knew exactly what to do.

As for the tranquilized guards that watched over the caravans earlier, they were long dragged away by the dogs after the women ran far.

These men were dragged to the woods and taken away by the Baymardians.

They wanted these men awake for questioning. Thus, they only give them the doses that would be ineffective after 10 minutes.

Now, these bastards were awake, though their hidden points were sealed, leaving their tongues too heavy to make a sound and their limbs numb.

As Lucy had said, they would need all the help they could get when trying to infiltrate the fortress. And though they weren't expecting these captured men to talk, the art of physiology was a beautiful thing.

Here people, no matter how tough they were, all had one weakness--- Their high and night Morg egos!

Though they might remain expressionless, the movements of their muscles and several other subtle actions can make one guess If the answer to the question asked would be a Yes or a no.

Morgan might be the biggest thing to many in this world.

But with Landon's blend of advanced knowledge spread across Baymard that integrated things from the ancient and the future, the aspects these Morgs had overlooked or not discovered in their Assassin/killer training were all studied by the Baymardians.

Of course, this was still a new world. And there were also some things Morgany did that were new to Landon and the Baymardians.

Bottom line, Lucy and the rest wanted to try their luck with these few T.O.E.P captives.

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Woooo!!!~~~~

The dogs barked and fled the scene.

'Damn wild dogs!!!'

The burly man wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, inwardly cursing the pack of wild dogs.

Recalling the few powerful punches he received from the Dog King, leader of the pack, the burly man couldn't help feeling it a stain on his killer resume.

What will people say if they find out they got attacked and beaten up by a pack of mangy dogs and lost?

Yes!

Though the dogs fled, the burly man felt they still lost.

How shameful!

Who will assign them to do more killings or jobs if they can't even handle a pack of dogs fast?

F***!

The matter would make them a laughing stock, the pun of all jokes in the Society.

Mind you, these were dogs and not wolves!!!!!

What's more, these dogs even managed to drag the bodies of their dead T.O.E.P men away, probably planning to defeat them in some cave or location where the dog pack resided!

He could already see it now... The others getting devoured by the baby dog cubs and many other mutts around.

Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!

How was he to explain this without losing his impeccable reputation?

The burly man felt his chest rise and fall severally as he tried hard to control his breathing.

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Too hard.

Bam!!!

His fist smashed into a tree, leaning a fisted print on it.

However, compared to the strength that damn dog from earlier showed, his hand strength was nothing to be in awe of.

'Now, even dogs dared to be stronger than I, a Level 6 killer?'

Bam!

He smashed his fists into the tree again, swiftly turning his attention to his men.

His eyes were morbid, his aura deadly, and coupled with the terrible scar across his face, the burly man seemed dreadfully mighty in a dangerous way in the eyes of his men.

"Listen up and listen well... I don't care what happened tonight. I don't care what you thought you fought against or what you conjured up had happened... I'm telling you that today, we were ambushed by a pack of Golden wolves, no more than 170... I understood?"

The men tactfully glanced at each other from the corners of their eyes.

"Hmmm..."

Yes. It wasn't dogs they fought with but one of the deadliest types of wolves, Golden wolves.

They even exaggerated the number. But so what?

If they say that's what went down, then that's what bloody hell went down!

After all, everyone here understood how important their reputation was as killers and members of the Society.

They were also inwardly glad they didn't reach a close enough place where T.O.E.P scouts could swarm in and spy on the matter.

If the scouts came in, saw them at a disadvantage, and went to bring backup over, do you know how much their current shame would be amplified?

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F***!

Were they damsels in distress in need of saving from simple animals like dogs?

No matter how fierce these wild dogs were, no one would take their story seriously.

A dog was a dog!!!

And they would be the biggest losers, who would have their positions degraded, with those above feeling they were too weak and disgraceful for their current ranks.

Others would want them impeached from their ranks, and domains would come in from people not finding them pleasing to the eye.

Though they, the T.O E.P members, were united against outsiders, they had great competition amongst themselves, with some people being their allies and some being their foes.

If this sort of thing went out, they would be kept in a corner, only used for the lowest of jobs, all in the name of giving them more time to rain since they couldn't even handle a group of little dogs.

So how could they let such n

Augh~

In under a second, everyone had a glimpse into what their future would be like if news of this nature went out.

As for the women, who would truly consider what those frightened ladies saw?

After capturing the women, they would instill the words Golden Wolves to their kinds in subtle ways, saying; they shouldn't dare to run away if they don't want to be eaten by Golden wolves.

It was dark out, with the trees blocking 80% of the moon's light.

So who can say for sure what they saw?

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The burly man squinted his eyes dangerously.

"Go! Find all prostitutes and bring them back!!!"

Whoosh!

The men vanished, leaving the burly man and a few others alone on site.

Again, only about 70% of the women fled. The rest either stayed because they were too scared to move or wanted to stay to prove their loyalty to these people and pave their way to grace the beds of the prominent leaders wherever It was they were headed.

The burly man thought it would take quite a while. But surprisingly, these fled women had been running around the same site since their big escape. (Thanks to the Baymardians)

These ladies didn't even know they were going in a loop.

In the end, they were all bright back and thrown into the caravans once again.

Bam!!

The barred doors were shut, and the culprits who opened them found.

"You lowly women dared to take the take off our deceased men and open the latches. Since you're all bold, I hope you can keep it up after we arrive."

His words were calm but left many's hearts thumping in fear.

What did he mean?

Would these few ladies that opened the caravans get tortured to death?

The many women looked at the few pale-skinned ladies with pity, contempt, and all sorts of emotions.

'Poor things... I hope they can last through it all.'

'Hmph! Serves them right. So what if you're pretty? You dared to go against these big men. So it's only fair you get punished. Yes! Less competitors to fight against!'

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Now, with the horses retrieved and the women here, the burly man gestured his orders with his fingers.

Go!

In a flash, the caravan had hastily left the scene, not knowing they were carrying a few imposters within their midst.

Those in the air force units smiled.

"The eagles are soaring high! I repeat, the eagles are soaring high!"

Good...

Lucy chuckled. "Copy that, Air Force U23. Keep an eye on the passage."

Soon, it would be her time for action!