Civilians on the street scrambled for cover, watching the sudden conflict in terror.
A few brave citizens started to help the Cavalry, attacking the fleeing gang members with clubs and pitchforks.
Under the charge of the Cavalry, the gang members completely fell apart.
Henry sat on his horse, coldly observing the scene. If anyone had told him this was a coincidence, he wouldn't have believed it for a second.
'Looks like someone's trying to cause trouble for me. But this method is a bit too crude, tsk.'
As the last gang member was subdued, the chaos on the streets finally died down.
Several Security Teams arrived "fashionably late." Henry snorted. 'These guys really are just here to clean up the mess. Useless trash. Good for nothing but eating.'
The Cavalry began to clear the scene, helping injured civilians and escorting the arrested gang members to prison alongside the Security Team.
The Governor and the nobles breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Henry with gratitude.
