Overlord: I’ve Been Recruiting Followers in Another World

Four heavily armed youths moved. They appeared divided into two teams. The ones in front held the hands of those behind, and they silently approached the main entrance of the underground brothel from the left and right.

Though it seemed a bit comical, Sebas Tian knew it wasn't strange for them.

This was because all four individuals had used invisibility magic or props to conceal their presence and couldn't see each other at all.

Holding hands meant clearly informing your teammates around you of your location. A simple yet effective way to maintain formation.

Doing such a thing at the entrance of an underground brothel clearly indicated that they were not friendly with the people inside the base.

Upon realizing this, Sebas Tian retreated to a corner of the alley, wanting to see what the four would do. There was something unusual here.

After waiting for a considerable time, just when he was starting to grow impatient, a disharmonious commotion erupted from within the brothel. The sound of shouting and clanging metal.

The four youths, who had remained invisible, seemed to have received a signal and emerged from their unseen state.

One of the youths, with a sword at his hip, leaped directly to the front of the large iron gate and cried out anxiously, "Let me do it!" A spirited exclamation.

He was seen taking an Iai stance, with a layer of green light radiating from his body, and a gentle breeze swirling around his right arm. This was Martial Arts!

Clang!

After a loud clang of metal, a cold light flashed swiftly across the large iron gate, directly slicing the thick door panel into several pieces. A dazzlingly clean cut.

Then the youth kicked the iron door hard, breaking it open, leaving a gap wide enough for an adult to pass through.

"Who's there!?"

Although the youth moved very quickly, the enemies inside immediately became aware of the four's presence, and suddenly startled and angry shouts came from behind the door.

The youth charged straight in, and the sword's light swept rapidly across the bodies of the criminals in the brothel. The next second, beautiful blood blossoms bloomed!

"Ahhhh!"

Continuous howls and the sound of heavy objects falling mingled together, and the smell of blood quickly spread, filling the air with a nauseating metallic scent.

"That guy's Thorne, he just likes being the center of attention."

"Exactly, they don't even know to leave one or two for us."

The other three who followed the swordsman chatted among themselves with laughter and curses, showing no signs of nervousness on their faces, as if this was just child's play for them.

One of the warriors holding a shield said, "Kaim and I will stay here to block the exit. Loken, you and Thorne go in together. Remember not to kill everyone, because we need to torture them for information later." A cold command that revealed their intentions.

"Alright, I understand."

The other warrior nodded and walked into the dark corridor.

Sebas Tian hid in the corner of the alley, and after thinking for a moment, he turned and walked towards a building not far from him, which was another entrance to the underground brothel.

He had to confirm one thing, which was why these people had come here. Their motivations were crucial.

At this moment, the same chaos was spreading inside the brothel. Screams, groans, and the sounds of brutal combat.

"What in the world is going on!?"

The capital's inspector, Stavan, hastily put on his clothes and walked towards the door, cursing. His face was flushed with anger and annoyance.

On the bed behind him, a naked woman lay motionless as if dead, with many red, swollen, and purple bruises all over her body, seemingly indicating the cruel treatment she had suffered.

Stavan was a masochist, and his deviance had reached a point where, if not for this underground brothel, he would commit crimes by kidnapping women on the streets.

Even in this underground brothel, several 'items' had been tortured to death by him.

He had just been enjoying himself when he was suddenly disturbed by the commotion outside, which greatly annoyed him.

So when he opened the door, the first thing he did was look for the person causing the commotion, then he began to curse: "Where did you come from, you lowly..."

The verbal abuse stopped abruptly, and when Stavan saw the other person's condition clearly, fear suddenly surged in his heart. His face turned pale.

He was an armored warrior, who was pulling a sword out of the body of a criminal from the underground brothel. When he saw Stavan appear, he immediately walked towards him, his steps steady and menacing.

Suddenly, Stavan noticed the adventurer's nameplate hanging around the person's neck, which appeared to be made of mithril.

A Mithril-tier adventurer had appeared here and was killing people in the underground brothel.

Stavan couldn't comprehend what it meant for a moment, his thoughts in a jumble. But since he was an adventurer, perhaps he could use his identity as the Royal Capital Inspector to intimidate the other party.

As long as I can scare the other person, I'm sure I'll be safe. The thought gave him a slight, false hope.

Thinking this, Stavan bravely put on a stern and angry expression, pointed at the other party and shouted: "Who are you? How dare you break into a private house? As the capital inspector, I will not turn a blind eye to this! Put down your weapons and surrender immediately, and perhaps I can give you a lighter sentence." His voice trembled faintly.

Hearing this, the armored warrior paused for a moment, his sword still dripping blood.

Seeing this, Stavan rejoiced, thinking he had succeeded. A faint smile of relief began to form on his lips.

But a second later, his opponent continued to walk towards him and, upon getting closer, directly punched him mercilessly in the stomach. A swift and brutal attack.

Ugh!

Stavan let out a muffled sound, then fell to the ground, his body curled in pain. The intense pain in his stomach prevented him from screaming, and beads of sweat the size of peas appeared on his forehead.

The armored warrior glanced at the scene inside the room, and when he saw the woman on the bed, his eyes flashed coldly. He couldn't help but kick Stavan and curse: "Fat pig! Trash nobles like you only exploit us! Go to hell!" His voice was full of suppressed fury.

In an open hall deep within the brothel, there were several large wooden boxes big enough to hold a person, leaning against the wall, and there was a row of smaller boxes not far away.

Although there were many sounds coming from the corridor leading to the open hall, it seemed no one was there. An eerie silence.

As if knowing this, with a "creak," the board of a large wooden box leaning against the wall fell to the ground, revealing a dark passage inside the box.

Then, two men emerged from the passage one after another.

Walking in front was a man wearing chainmail and a hooded cloak. His skin was somewhat pale, but his thin cheeks and sharp eyes made it easy to associate him with a bird of prey.

The man behind him had a slender build with fine features, and at first glance, it was obvious that he was a homosexual.

The identities of the two were the main members of Eight Fingers' Security Department - Succulent, and the Minister of Eight Fingers' Slave Trade Department - Coco Doll.

Because the base was under attack, Succulent, whom Coco Doll had hired as a bodyguard, suggested that they both escape through a secret passage and prepare to leave the base amidst the chaos.

"It seems safe here."

Succulent looked around with relief, his voice containing a hint of subsiding tension.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than Coco Doll behind him screamed, a piercing cry of terror.

"Ah!"

Succulent turned around warily and drew a sword from his waist, his movements swift.

Two armored warriors controlled Coco Doll on his left and right, with sharp swords at his throat, even slightly cutting his skin. Blood dripped.

Coco Doll was clearly so terrified that he couldn't speak and his entire body trembled uncontrollably.

Succulent saw that the two enemies had comical expressions on their faces. One of them looked him up and down and said with great interest, "You appear to be a member of the Six-Armed Organization - Succulent, correct?"

"I heard you possess strength comparable to an Adamantite-tier adventurer. Is that true?" A testing question, full of mockery.