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In the crowd, there were terrified screams, and some civilians quickly took cover. Some vendors even abandoned their goods and fled in a hurry. The whole scene was chaotic, filled with tension and panic.
Agastya retreated in terror, his usually proud face now showing only fear. He hurried to retrieve his weapon from the carriage, but the sudden attack left him flustered.
Several guards saw this scene and knew the situation was not good. They immediately rushed forward to try to subdue the man. Although the man was agile, the numerical disadvantage gradually put him at a disadvantage, and he was soon subdued by several guards.
Instantly, the whole scene became deadly silent, only hearing the man roaring, "Agastya, you can't escape! Everything you have done will eventually receive the deserved retribution!" Agastya looked at the man in horror, feeling indescribable emotions.
Amidst the chaos, a remarkably tall and muscular man emerged from the security team. His body was well-built, with muscles that seemed as hard as steel, as if each one had been forged through intense training. His movements were swift and powerful, almost instantly knocking down the knife-wielding man. When he grabbed the man, his astonishing strength was revealed, leaving everyone around him in awe.
The man with the knife was filled with fear, struggling with all his might and even attempting to thrust the blade into the muscular man, but it seemed to have no effect. The knife only left shallow marks on the muscular man's body, failing to truly harm him. The despair and terror in the eyes of the man with the knife grew even stronger, as in his eyes, the muscular man seemed like an immovable mountain.
The burly man lifted the knife-wielding man high, as if to display his strength, and then with a strong throw, he slammed him directly at Agastya's feet. The sound of impact on the ground and the painful screams of the knife-wielding man mixed together, shaking the entire street. Agastya looked at the man who could no longer get up, his expression of horror gradually turning into smugness and mockery.
Having successfully subdued the man attempting to assassinate him, Agastya wore a deeply satisfied smile on his face. He slowly paced in front of the assassin, drawing the attention of everyone present. The strong man gently kicked the man to Agastya's feet, the man's eyes filled with tears and anger, but his body was completely immobilized.
"Nulan, you have once again solved my problems." Agastya patted the sturdy man's shoulder, his voice filled with praise but also with a sense of superiority. Nulan smiled slightly, his face showing little emotion but his eyes revealing loyalty and admiration for Agastya. "You overpraise me, my lord. This is simply my duty," he replied.
Agastya said no more to Nulan, turning back to the man on the ground, looking down at him as if he were examining something insignificant. Slowly, he drew his sword from his waist, the blade glinting in the sun and casting its light on the man's face.
"Do you really think that a small knife can threaten me?" Agastya sneered, his tone full of contempt. "What were you thinking? Where do you think you are? Who do you think I am?"
The man on the ground struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with resentment as he glared at Agastya and shouted, "You butcher, you killed my entire family, I will make you pay for it!"
Agastya After listening to the man's words, he just sneered and didn't show much interest. He lightly touched the man's cheek with the tip of his sword, as if playing with an insignificant toy.
Agastya Suddenly, he stood up straight and let out a deep roar: "Everyone, look at me!" His voice echoed like thunder in the street, not only startling the oppressed civilians, but also catching the attention of distant merchants and wanderers, causing them to stop their work and turn their gaze in his direction.
The adjutant quickly caught up, raising the long sword in his hand and pointing at the surrounding crowd, his voice sharp: "Everyone look at the lord now! No one can leave, no one can hide!" The surrounding civilians were already shrouded in fear, their feet frozen in place, staring fixedly at everything in front of them.
"Everyone, look at me!" Agastya's guards immediately obeyed, walking to one side of the square, waving their whips and loudly repeating Agastya's command with unquestionable authority in their voices, making the people on the square dare not resist, only able to obediently look towards the center of the square.
Agastya stood next to the man on the ground, using his foot to press down on the man's back, forcing his face closer to the ground as if to completely destroy his dignity. Agastya lifted his head, sneering, and glanced at the faces of every commoner. He took a breath and then loudly declared, "Let everyone here know that anyone who dares challenge my authority, anyone who dares threaten me, will meet this fate." He lightly tapped the man's face with the tip of his sword, making the man feel the cold metal and the fear of death.
"This fool," Agastya continued, his eyes filled with mockery, "is just a small demonstration. His fate is what anyone who dares to oppose me will face. I hope you all see clearly, this is the result." He gave a cold glance at the man beneath him, clearly not considering him of any importance.
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