Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Outside the State Affairs Office, Neumann faced a sea of onlookers. His gaze fell upon the desolate corpse lying at the gate and the Sass butler, bound hand and foot. His expression instantly turned ashen. Could this be Soren's carefully planned counterattack?

At this moment, Somir, the official spokesperson for the West District's underworld, approached Neumann with the unique composure and elegance of a nobleman, offering an impeccable aristocratic salute. His voice was steady and respectful as he said, "Lord Neumann, His Highness encountered an urgent matter in the West District. Because it involves several lives and the issue of contraband, we believe that handing this matter over to you is the most appropriate course of action."

As the Minister of State Affairs, Neumann's understanding of the West District was profound. He wasn't particularly concerned with the Vella family's petty squabbles with the First Prince.

What truly surprised him was Somir's attitude.

Although the internal power struggles within the West District's underworld were exceptionally fierce, even ruthless, they could quickly unite and demonstrate unparalleled cohesion and combat power when facing external threats.

Neumann was well aware of this, which was why he had always maintained a wait-and-see attitude towards the two civilian districts, refraining from making any major moves.

But what truly made Neumann wary wasn't just the unity of these underworld forces. The high-level adventurers hidden behind them were his greatest concern.

These adventurers were like ghosts, appearing and disappearing unpredictably. Their strength and methods were unfathomable. If they chose to specifically target an official or nobleman for revenge, it would undoubtedly be a great disaster.

After all, in this world, everyone had their weaknesses. Whether it was ordinary family members or younger generations with limited cultivation, they could all become targets. As the saying goes, 'Those with bare feet fear not those with shoes.' Faced with such enemies, no one dared to act rashly.

"Lord Neumann, if you have no further instructions, I shall take my leave." Somir respectfully bowed and turned to leave, his figure gradually disappearing into the crowd outside the State Affairs Office.

Neumann was left behind, deep in thought. He stood there, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if pondering something. The surrounding clamor seemed to have nothing to do with him; his heart was occupied by some complex emotion.

"Soren has only been in the West District for a short time, yet he has so quickly made those unruly underworld forces submit," Neumann muttered to himself, his tone revealing a hint of surprise and doubt. "This Seventh Prince is becoming increasingly inscrutable."

At the same time, Nicholas rushed over after hearing the news. He immediately saw the Sass butler prostrate on the ground, a flash of anger and unease in his eyes. He glared fiercely at Sass, as if blaming him for his incompetence and disloyalty.

Nicholas quickly walked to Neumann's side, his face showing some anxiety and concern.

"Lord Neumann, what's the situation?" Nicholas asked eagerly, his eyes shifting back and forth between Sass and Neumann.

Neumann looked up at Nicholas, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "Soren's methods are much more sophisticated than we imagined. It seems we need to reassess this Seventh Prince."

Upon hearing this, Nicholas frowned, obviously also pondering how to deal with this sudden change.

Neumann glanced at the pensive Nicholas with a dismissive curve of his lips, and said coldly, "You will handle this problem yourself. Rest assured, I will arrange for people to fully cooperate with your actions."

Nicholas's face turned ashen upon hearing these words. Although Neumann's words sounded polite, he was actually handing over this thorny issue entirely to Nicholas.

His so-called "full cooperation" was more like a veiled warning, as if saying: I will send people to closely monitor your every move. If you dare to engage in any corrupt practices, I will immediately report you to His Majesty without mercy.

This was simply forcing Nicholas down the path of sacrificing his own family. It was not hard to imagine that the Vella family would harbor resentment towards him after this incident.

When Nicholas's eyes fell upon box after box of Bloodfiend Potions, a flash of determination and ruthlessness flickered in his eyes.

The Bloodfiend Potion was a potion made primarily from human blood.

To ordinary people, human blood might seem unremarkable, but when these ordinary bloods were refined through the exquisite catalysis of magic, they could release hidden magical power. By cleverly incorporating various precious magical materials, this potion became a powerful aid for mages in their cultivation, significantly enhancing their strength.

Because the Bloodfiend Potion used human blood as its main ingredient, it had always been controversial and questioned in the magical world.

The Empire was well aware of the great harm that this potion could bring, especially concerned that unscrupulous mages would abuse this potion, leading to the indiscriminate killing of innocent people to obtain blood.

Therefore, the Empire had explicitly legislated to prohibit the use of Bloodfiend Potions. Once discovered to be used illegally, the most serious offenders would face the severe punishment of beheading, while the lesser offenders would be exiled to the border to perform hard labor.

Against such a legal backdrop, Nicholas, in order to prepare for the Royal Tournament three months later, still spared no expense, risking buying this batch of potions from the black market.

Nicholas hoped to use this batch of potions to greatly enhance his strength in a short period of time. But he never expected that this route, which had been safe for several years, would experience such a change as soon as Soren arrived in the West District. He would never believe that Soren wasn't deliberately investigating him.

Sass must die!

Sass suddenly sensed Nicholas's chilling, brutal gaze. He couldn't help but swallow, and the unease in his heart surged like a tide. As if foreseeing his future fate, he hurriedly knelt on both knees, prostrating himself before Nicholas.

"Your Highness!" Sass said in a trembling voice, filled with remorse and fear: "It was this old servant's momentary confusion, blinded by greed. I shouldn't have smuggled this batch of goods from the black market in another region, bringing you such great trouble. I am willing to bear all the responsibility, please forgive me!"