Timmy's slender neck was instantly locked in Marshall's hand. With just a little force, Marshall could separate the boy's head from his body.

Timmy's face flushed red as he coughed painfully, but he did not dare struggle or strike at Marshall's hand. In his eyes was only fear.

Seeing this, Louie anxiously stepped forward and pleaded, "Sir, what are you doing? He's just an innocent child. Please put him down. If you're angry, just let it out on me!"

A Ludendorff family warrior slammed the hilt of his blade forward, and Louie's nose was smashed, blood flowing everywhere. He was knocked to the ground, rolling in utter misery.

"Mr. Shields!" The eight warriors behind could no longer suppress their rage and frustration.

One by one, their eyes turned red as they glared at Marshall.

Marshall sneered dismissively, lifting Timmy up, his smile turning vicious as he faced all the townspeople.

"I'll ask this one last time: has anyone seen that man or not? If you have, step forward now and