An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2494

**Chapter 2494**

As night fell, the streets of the city were mostly empty due to a strict lockdown. Only uniformed patrols were out, and the few civilians who dared to be outside hurried along, trying to avoid trouble.

Just then, a patrol unit of ten officers approached the small courtyard where Warrick was hiding. The leader of the group, Mulder Frank, was a strong-looking man with a buzz cut. He checked the street to make sure it was clear, then stepped forward and knocked on the courtyard door.

The knocking followed a specific rhythm, like a secret code. After the first knock, there was no answer, so he knocked two more times. On the third knock, the gate creaked open a little. A shadowy figure revealed only half of their face and spoke in a low, deep voice, “The sun shines bright in the sky.”

Without hesitation, Mulder replied, “I raise my glass and ask the blue sky.”

This was the secret code they had agreed on before.

“Come in, gentlemen. Sir Prescott has been expecting you,” the figure said. The courtyard door opened wider, and Kalen, the figure, signaled for them to enter. Mulder nodded and led his team inside. Once they were all in, Kalen peeked outside to check for anything suspicious. After confirming it was safe, he quickly closed the door.

At that moment, the residence door opened. Warrick stepped out, accompanied by several of his personal guards. He recognized the uniforms of the City Defenders. Since the enforcement team had taken control, the City Defenders had been completely overhauled. All officials connected to Huxley had been placed under house arrest. Therefore, Warrick’s old contacts were no longer reliable. However, it was clear that Huxley had already placed agents within the City Defenders.

“Sir Prescott, Lord Poseidon sent us to assist you,” Mulder said with a respectful salute.

“Poseidon?” Warrick replied, surprised.

The Red Legion guards exchanged shocked glances. They all knew of Poseidon, one of the four royal Gods from the Hall of Gods and a sworn enemy of West Lucozi. They hadn’t expected Warrick to have connections to the Hall of Gods. To them, that seemed almost traitorous. But thinking quickly, they realized that only a power like the Hall of Gods could help them escape Celestria safely.

“You have a way to get us out?” Warrick asked cautiously.

“Of course,” Mulder said confidently.

He gestured, and one of his men stepped forward, carefully holding out a City Defender uniform.

“I’ve already made the necessary arrangements,” Mulder continued. “Put this on and come with us. We’ll get you out of the city without any problems.”

“Just one uniform?” Warrick looked at his four guards. “What about them?”

“My orders were to escort you alone. Their fate is none of my concern,” Mulder replied bluntly.

“It’s just a few extra uniforms. Is it really that big of a deal?” Kalen couldn’t help but speak up. One uniform or five—what difference did it make? They were all just trying to survive, so a little flexibility shouldn’t be too much to ask.

“It’s not just about the uniforms,” Mulder explained. “Even if I could get more, I wouldn’t give them to you.”

“Why not?” Kalen frowned.

“Every patrol unit has a fixed number of men. I’ve secured one extra spot, just enough for you,” Mulder said firmly.

“Sir Prescott,” Mulder said, “if you all try to blend in, it will raise suspicion. If we get caught, escaping Celestria won’t be easy.”

Mulder’s face was hard to read.

Kalen was about to argue when one of his comrades stopped him. “Our safety doesn’t matter. Just focus on getting Sir Prescott out of the city safely. We’ll handle the rest.”

Mulder nodded but said nothing. He turned to Warrick. “We don’t have much time. Let’s go.”

Warrick frowned, unhappy with the plan. These men had fought alongside him through thick and thin. Leaving them now felt like a betrayal. “Sir Prescott, don’t worry about us. Just go. We’ll find a way out,” one of the guards said, trying to reassure him.

“The patrol shift is about to change. If we miss this chance, we’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” Mulder reminded them.

“You need to leave now, Sir Prescott,” Geralt urged.

“That’s right,” another guard added. “Every minute you stay here puts you in more danger. If you get to safety, we can regroup and fight another day.”

Finally, Warrick nodded. He stopped hesitating and quickly put on his uniform. “Let’s go,” he said.

“Hold on,” Mulder interrupted, casting a stern look at the four Red Legion guards. “Sir Prescott, these men could be a liability. If we leave them behind and they report us, we’ll all be in trouble.”

“What?” Warrick’s expression darkened. “What do you mean?”

What do you mean by that?