Antonio was feeling beyond frustrated.
He had just been patrolling the streets, trying to find a quiet corner to rest.
After all patrol nowadays can be pointless anyway, this was a famine year like never seen before.
Most people had already starved to death, and the remaining refugees wandered the streets like walking corpses.
Whether he patrolled the city or not made little difference.
Besides, the government authorities barely had enough silver left to pay wages to them.
Then, Why should I risk my life for a few coins?
But just as he turned a corner, a burly savage looking man suddenly blocked his way.
Antonio froze as he instantly recognised that he was the same serial killer who should be locked up in the cells.
Then who the hell let the killer escape?
Before he could even fire the alarm flare to warn the others, a fist like an iron hammer smashed into him, and the world went dark.
