"Yes, Sir Malin! Salute to you, Sir!" This soldier saluted with pride on his face—In his memory, except for his platoon leader, no superior had ever remembered his name, let alone someone as high and mighty as Malin. Therefore, when Malin called out his name, the pride and self-esteem on this young man’s face were visible. "Do you know about Halsan Chandler." "Yes, I know." The young man repeated everything that Val had just said. Very well, it seems we can only ask the people from the Dole Vince family. With such regret, Malin ordered Tuojin to dispatch two platoons to search for Halsan Chandler in the northwestern area of the town, granting them permission to fire at will—those dogs of the Dole Vince family must be searching that area, and if they dare to resist, kill them all. "Hey, outsiders, what are you doing?" A voice from the other side of the square made Malin turn around, and the hand he raised as if by magic halted the incoming arrows. In the next second, the stunned assassin and the accomplice who spoke were directly dragged in front of Malin by the Hand of Spiritual Energy. Tuojin, unphased, had his Guards squad line up, lifted their Firearms, and aimed at the motley crowd holding various weapons and muskets. "Tuojin, learn to solve problems on your own." Malin delegated the authority to fire to his commissar, and hence gunfire erupted the moment Tuojin waved his hand, full-powered rifle bullets raging through the crowd, with three rounds of semi-automatic fire taking down more than twenty people. Pointing his finger, Tuojin commanded the soldiers to fix bayonets and advance. A few wounded tried to crawl away but were ruthlessly stabbed to death on the ground. Malin saw a soldier even kick one of the men’s face, which seemed like a personal revenge. Look, this is why Malin chose a battle group composed of Northerners to head north, everyone being Northerners, they can precisely confirm when to repay kindness and revenge, avoiding the mix-ups that cause pain to loved ones and satisfaction to enemies. The local militia didn’t move throughout; firstly because Malin’s previous influence lingered, and secondly because the four-legged mechanical gun platform arrived—this twin-barreled machine gun platform powered by Demon Crystals and steam, although only provided a solid five-centimeter protective plate at the front and lacked side protection, was always either behind defensive lines or moving with a large number of infantry, not lacking in cover on its sides. There was no worry about entering the town—by now, 3cm sloped iron plates had been added to the sides, sufficient to defend against common arrows and bullets. And besides, should anything daring emerge from the second floor of the town and hurl something, the Flame Soldiers among the Dwarves moving with the platform would certainly give these attackers a profound experience. Once these mechanical entities appeared, the townsfolk who had been boldly watching the spectacle ran off without looking back, while Malin smiled and waved his hand at the members of the local militia: "Joe, take your uncles and leave, go lock the doors and windows, remember, don’t watch from the second floor, I won’t be blamed if you get accidentally hurt." "No problem, Sir! I know people from the Dole Vince family, I’ll go with you!" said the young soldier, looking at Malin: "I, I too am a proponent of Northern ideals." "Shut your mouth, boy, I’m the captain of the local militia, I’ll lead the way for Sir Malin." The middle-aged man stepped forward, brushed Joe aside with a hand, then pulled the Revolver from his waist and stuffed it into Joe’s chest: "Get going, go take care of my little Caesar, don’t let that brat come looking for me." "Don’t worry Val, I’ll take good care of Joe," Malin smiled—He could tell this man was protective of Joe, he perhaps felt that leading Malin could be very dangerous, maybe getting involved in a battle among Transcendents, possibly even death. "Sir, the Dole Vince family is stronger than you might imagine, he has his main family in the Capital, Joe’s family consists just of him and his mother, my good brother died early, I must take good care of him," the man replied. "He’s the only son in his family, how did he get enlisted in the army." Malin had heard that the North also had rules concerning the only son, such an only child should not have been conscripted into the army. "Someone paid to have his child take my place in the army, at that time my mother was ill, and I had to exchange my life for my mother’s life," Joe said. Since it was business, Malin had nothing much to say, but he still signaled for Joe to come over, and when the young man approached, Malin looked at Val: "Mr. Val, it seems necessary for me to show you my power, I will protect this young man, just ." Having said that, the two people Malin had restrained on the ground using his abilities were lifted up. "Where is the head of the Dole Vince family." "Don’t think you can get anything out of me!" the middle-aged man roared, he had just been the one calling out to Malin. "Is this your son?" Malin turned to the young man, who looked at Joe, and Joe shook his head. "What do you want?! If you dare touch a hair on him, I will never forgive you even in death!" The middle-aged man began to struggle. Malin stretched out his hand, and Joe handed him the Revolver. "Why did the two younger brothers of the Chandler family die on the gallows." Malin glanced at the cylinder, good, five rounds, the bullets seemed homemade, probably reloads.