Chapter 343: Chapter 343 Because You Have No Choice_1

“I have made great contributions to Skyfire, who dares to arrest me! “Hamza’s eyes were bloodshot as he faced the approaching armored guards, his fists clenched tightly.

“Hamza! The authority of the Law Enforcement Hall of Skyfire extends only beneath the Sect Hierarch! Even if the Saint Heir is at fault, we still have the right to detain him! If you think you are innocent, you can wait for the Hierarch to decide,” said the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, removing his mask and looking at the unwilling Hamza. “You and I have been colleagues, and I don’t want things to get too ugly. If you resist now, you will only confirm the accusation of treason. Otherwise, just wait for the Hierarch. Haven’t you trusted the Hierarch all these years in Skyfire?”

“I…” Hamza sighed deeply, his entire demeanor suddenly devoid of vitality: “Alright, I’ll go with you.”

He turned to look at the Saint Heir and said coldly, “The innocent cleanse themselves, the corrupt reveal their own filth. I now give you this ancient Eastern saying.”

“I trust the Hierarch’s judgment!” the Saint Heir said, folding his hands in a fist, looking towards the west with immense reverence, “If the Hierarch finds you innocent, then I will personally apologize to you!”

“I’ll be waiting!”

Hamza turned his head and left the conference room under the escort of the guards.

“Gentlemen, what are your views on today’s events?” the Saint Heir asked, looking around the room, hoping everyone would share their opinions.

After all, not only he believed Hamza to be a traitor.

Many had agreed with this conclusion during the conference.

“We have no objections; we’d like to hear the Saint Heir’s opinion.”

After one spoke, the others nodded and agreed.

Although many were reluctant to believe Hamza was a traitor, everyone seemed to think so, and if they spoke out, they would definitely be implicated.

At this moment, everyone wanted to keep their own counsel.

“Since that’s the case, then…”

Whoosh!

Before the Saint Heir could finish speaking, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open.

The Law Enforcement Hall elder who had just escorted Hamza, covered in blood, burst into the conference room, knelt on the ground, and pointed outside the door: “Someone… someone has rescued Hamz…”

Before he could finish speaking, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fell to the ground, breathless.

“George!”

The Saint Heir was shocked, and immediately ran over to check on George.

But to his surprise, George, who had been fit and robust just 30 seconds ago, had already died at this moment, his body suffering from multiple wounds, three of them fatal.

George’s struggle to bring news with his last breath was incredibly difficult.

“Someone has taken Hamza!”

“He is definitely a traitor!”

“Chase!”

After a brief silence, the conference room erupted into chaos. Many people, armed with staff and weapons, rushed to the courtyard in pursuit.

But when they arrived in the courtyard, they found only the bodies of the Law Enforcement Hall guards strewn on the ground, with no sight of Hamza.

The Law Enforcement Hall guards lying on the ground had all been killed with a single sword strike, leaving no survivors.

“Traitor!” the Saint Heir bellowed.

He had only suspected, never truly believing Hamza would betray them. His aim in framing Hamza was to suppress this Skyfire individual who would not listen to him.

At the same time, it was to intimidate those within the sect who did not follow his command.

But now, he was firmly convinced that Hamza really was a traitor!

“Saint Heir, I will lead men in pursuit, we must capture this traitor!” a young man stepped forward, volunteering.

“I also wish to apprehend Hamza, to seek justice for our deceased brothers!”

“Killing the traitor is every Skyfire person’s duty. We are all willing to lead a search; the more people we have, the more strength we have, and the authority of Skyfire cannot be violated!”

Seeing the bodies of his colleagues strewn on the ground, any last thread of belief that Hamza was innocent had completely evaporated.

It was clear this was a case of abduction and rescue.

If Hamza was not a traitor, then why didn’t they just kill him? Why rescue him?

Under Skyfire’s intense surveillance, taking a living person out was easier said than done!

“Immediately pull up the video footage! See where Hamza fled to, and, moreover, show me how this person managed to infiltrate!”

The Saint Heir’s brow furrowed tightly once again; if someone truly had broken in, the guards around the villa perimeter would surely have been alerted.

But up to now, he had not even heard a single gunshot.

So, how exactly had the enemy mixed in?

“As you command!”

After bowing deeply, several people immediately headed towards the surveillance room.

Meanwhile, the Saint Heir, who had thought back but confirmed he could not detect the Shadow Warrior’s scent, also followed to the Leopold Family’s surveillance room.

The Leopold Family’s cameras were densely packed, with hundreds of them!

The large villa was fully covered, with no blind spots!

Just as Whitley Leopold had boasted before, there was nothing happening in the villa that he wasn’t aware of!

The sect followers got busy quickly, beginning to check the surveillance videos.

To avoid the possibility that the murderer had blended in much earlier, they even rewound the footage, hoping to identify the individual who infiltrated the villa and to earn great merit.

Five minutes later, nearly everyone was shaking their heads; in their videos, there was simply no trace of anything suspicious.

If it was a person, they had to walk on solid ground; they couldn’t just fall from the sky!

However, at the camera location where the protector guards had died, footage suddenly appeared!

“There’s someone here!”

One person pointed at the screen, exclaiming in alarm.

The screen showed Hamza, who had been walking obediently, suddenly stopping in his tracks, then freeing himself from the chains around his hands, snatching a Longsword, and swinging it wildly!

The guards barely had time to react before they were down and dead, with only George managing to engage Hamza for a few moments before he too was defeated.

In the video, George rushed to the conference room to report, while Hamza approached the main gate and left unhindered.

The personnel guarding the perimeter of the villa even greeted Hamza voluntarily.

“Traitor!”

Seeing this scene, no one doubted Hamza’s loyalty anymore.

This was a genuine traitor!

“Immediately alert the Sect Hierarch for a decision! As for you, first find the trace. Remember to not act rashly, it seems that Hamza has always been holding back, and his true abilities might be even stronger!”

The Saint Heir had a deeply troubled expression, his fists smashing furiously against the surveillance room’s iron door.

Meanwhile, not far from the Leopold Family villa in the woods, Hamza was securely bound, even with his mouth gagged by a white towel.

“Hello, I hope we can work together,” said Julius Reed, looking at Hamza kneeling at his feet, and added with a faint smile, “There’s no need for such formality. Some things don’t need to be spelled out, right?”

Hamza did remember, but Bridger Davenport held his shoulder firmly down, making it impossible for Hamza to even stand.

“Who are you!” Hamza looked coldly at Julius Reed and demanded, “Why should I help you?”

As soon as he had stepped out the door, he was abducted and then, following the Leopold Family’s underground tunnel, sneakily brought here.

“Because you have no choice!” Julius Reed burst into laughter.