Alarms wailed from everywhere.
Floodlights snapped on, bathing the courtyard in blinding white light. Dozens of Goliath Vanguard mercenaries flooded out of the mansion's front doors, armed to the teeth with glowing magic rifles, heavy broadswords, and combat artifacts.
The Guild Master, a hulking, seven-foot-tall brute completely encased in diamond-hard rock armor, pushed his way to the front.
"Who the fuck are you?!" the Guild Master roared, his voice amplified by magic. "Do you have any idea whose territory you just dropped into?!"
Rudy looked at the giant with absolute boredom. He glanced down at Maria, who was watching the scene with flushed cheeks, deeply aroused by the sheer display of dominance.
"Maria," Rudy asked casually. "Did these guys sign a lease?"
"No, Hubby," Maria purred, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. "They're squatters."
"Shame," Rudy sighed. He looked back at the Guild Master. "The landlord is back. And your rent is paid in blood."
