Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The conversation between the two burly men revealed a deep fear of the unknown and an unparalleled reverence for the mysterious figure inside Soren's carriage. Clearly, they had realized that this was no ordinary wagon.

What ordinary carriage would be equipped with such powerful transcendents as guards?

Cas was not satisfied with their explanation. His brow was furrowed, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his voice was icy: "Gang warfare? Has the security of the Imperial City fallen to this level? Do you know…"

Before Cas could finish speaking, Soren's voice sounded softly.

"Go!"

Cas immediately responded respectfully, knowing that Soren's "go" meant not leaving, but directly delving into it.

The wagon slowly drove into the chaotic war zone, its wheels stirring up a cloud of dust.

Four knights in leather armor followed closely behind, their sharp gazes making the two men even more fearful and uneasy. They lowered their heads, not daring to meet the knights' eyes.

They knew that their gang was probably doomed this time.

The wagon moved slowly down the main street, the sound of its wheels contrasting sharply with the surrounding chaos.

Before the carriage could come to a complete stop, deafening shouts of battle roared into the carriage like a torrential downpour, causing apprehension.

Morley merely raised an eyebrow indifferently. He was not afraid of such scenes, but rather found them somewhat boring. He leisurely pulled open the curtain and looked out, only to see a chaotic battlefield before him.

About a hundred people, armed with crude weapons, were fiercely fighting in the narrow street.

Although their movements were brave, they seemed clumsy and ridiculous in Morley's eyes. He scanned the battlefield and a disdainful sneer curled on the corner of his lips. He said softly, "More than three-quarters of these people are just first-order apprentices, with low strength, and are not worth mentioning at all. And the strongest two are just second-order swordsmen."

Morley's indifference and disdain were a true reflection of how most nobles treated commoners.

Several people, their minds clouded by the desire to kill, their eyes flashing with crazy ferocity, gripped the crude weapons in their hands, and like beasts driven by anger, charged towards the carriage recklessly.

Cas stood beside the carriage. Facing these crazy enemies, a contemptuous sneer appeared on his face. It was as if he was facing not a group of crazy thugs, but a group of jumping clowns.

Just as the gang thugs were about to rush within close range of the carriage, Cas suddenly drew his sword. His movements were as swift as the wind and as elegant as a dance, like a sword master demonstrating superb skills on a stage.

As his sword swept across, the heads of two gang thugs, like ripe melons, drew two shocking arcs in the air, and blood splattered out, forming a chilling curtain of blood.

Inside the wagon, Soren's voice came out, cold and majestic: "Take down the strongest, and if they still don't repent after three warnings, eliminate them all in the name of conspiracy!" His tone was devoid of emotion, as if these lives were as insignificant as ants in his eyes.

Cas responded respectfully, "As you command!" His voice was full of awe and loyalty to Soren.

He knew that in the eyes of superiors like Soren, these gang thugs were just ants, and their lives were at his whim.

Cas was agile and quickly subdued the two gang leaders, easily throwing them in front of the carriage like picking up two chickens.

When the other gang members saw this, they wanted to come forward to rescue them, but under the violent persuasion of the guards, they abandoned their weapons and chose to surrender.

Soren slowly stepped down from the carriage, his gaze cold and sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts. He scanned the two kneeling on the ground and asked coldly, "Why are you gathering people to rebel?"

This sudden accusation stunned the two. They looked at each other, their eyes revealing panic and incomprehension. One of them trembled and replied, "Sir, we really have no intention of rebellion! We are just… just gang fights."

A sneer curled on the corner of Soren's lips, his voice revealing an unquestionable majesty: "Fights? Hmph, do you really think your little tricks can escape my eyes? Gathering crowds to fight and disturbing the peace are evidence of rebellion in my eyes!"

When the two heard Soren's words, their faces instantly turned pale. They knew very well that in front of superiors like Soren, any explanation seemed pale and powerless. Therefore, they could only lower their heads and tremble, waiting for Soren's judgment.

Soren glanced at them, his eyes revealing deep disdain. He waved his hand casually and said coldly, "Take them to the security office for strict interrogation!"

The security office, as a symbol of power in the district, bears the important task of maintaining law and order. However, when Soren's gaze fell on the simple two-story building, his brows could not help but furrow.

This small building, where the security office was located, was dilapidated and looked as if it could collapse at any time. Morley followed behind Soren, and looking at the dilapidated building in front of him, he could not help but show a look of disbelief. He asked in surprise, "Your Highness, are you really going to work here? The environment here…"

Soren did not answer his question, but took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and gently covered his mouth and nose, as if to avoid inhaling the turbid air here. His eyes revealed deep disdain and disgust, as if this small building had defiled his identity.

This time, Neumann's intention was obvious, to disgust Soren in this way. However, Soren was not angered by this, but took a deep breath and calmed the emotions in his heart. He understood that Neumann's people must be secretly monitoring him at this time, and even other forces were waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

However, Soren did not care about these. He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and then strode into the security office. He wanted to use his actions to prove that no matter how difficult the environment, he would stick to his duties and obligations and fight to the end for the glory of the empire.

"Morley!" Soren suddenly stopped and turned to Morley and said, "As rulers, we must delve into every corner to understand our people. Even if the environment here is simple and difficult, we must persevere. Nobles have the responsibilities of nobles, and princes have the responsibilities of princes. We cannot retreat because of the harsh environment, nor can we waver because of the ridicule of others. We must use our actions to prove that we are the true rulers, the pride of the empire!"