James and Clara walked ahead, leading Alex toward the massive mansion on the hill.
The path gradually shifted from cracked streets and burned houses to clean stone roads. The contrast between the ruined town below and the estate above was almost insulting.
Clara slowed her steps slightly and glanced at Alex.
"Lucifer... we can still go back if you want."
Her voice was quieter now.
James nodded. "Yes. You don’t have to fight for us. The big clans are dangerous. They have powerful members, resources, artifacts, and alliances. It’s better not to mess with them unless you absolutely have to."
Alex kept walking calmly, hands in his pockets.
"Don’t worry. I’m a very peace-loving guy. I’ll handle this calmly—without any violence."
He gave James a thumbs-up.
James’ eyes lit up slightly. "I believe in you."
Clara suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
’Why the hell am I getting a bad feeling all of a sudden?’
They continued walking.
Soon—
They reached the entrance of the mansion.
It was massive.
Three stories tall.
White marble walls.
Tall iron gates with intricate carvings of scorpions.
Guards stood at the entrance.
They were demi-humans.
Tall.
Broad-shouldered.
With dark bronze skin and sharp yellow eyes.
Small curved horns protruded from their foreheads.
Their hands were clawed.
Long tails swayed lazily behind them, ending in hardened stingers like actual scorpions.
Each wore black armor with purple accents.
Their presence alone was oppressive compared to the struggling challengers below.
The moment Alex, James, and Clara approached—
The guards crossed their spears, blocking the entrance.
One of them sneered. "State your business."
Alex stepped forward casually.
"Whoa, guys. Relax. We’re just here to get back some stuff of ours that you took. Nothing more, nothing less. So please call the person in charge. I’d like to talk to him."
The two guards stared at him for a second.
Then—
They burst into loud laughter.
One looked at James. "If I’m not mistaken... you guys are those Rainbow Guards or whatever, right?"
The other snorted. "Rainbow beggars would be more accurate. Have you seen them? These guys live in the streets in tents."
James’ face turned beet red.
Clara clenched her fists tightly.
From inside the mansion grounds—
Other Scorpion Clan members began gathering.
Leaning on pillars.
Sitting on railings.
Watching.
Enjoying the humiliation.
Some chuckled.
Some whispered.
Clara was about to explode.
But James quickly grabbed her wrist.
"That’s what they want, Clara. Don’t get agitated. Let’s just ask for our supplies and leave."
Alex tilted his head slightly.
"So I take it... you guys aren’t going to give back our supplies?"
One guard looked at him up and down. "And who are you? Another beggar who joined them?"
The other smirked. "What color are you?"
He looked at Alex’s dark outfit and skeleton mask.
"Let me guess. A black beggar."
The surrounding clan members laughed loudly.
Alex remained calm.
Completely calm.
"I’ll ask again. You’re not going to give us back our supplies?"
One of the Scorpion Clan members stepped forward with a smirk.


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