"It’s real. He’s the real Administrator! Or, if not, definitely someone of high rank," Morbin thought, swallowing hard. He hadn’t even seen the daggers fly.

Anyone escorted by such a deadly protector was clearly not an ordinary person.

Morbin hastily glanced around before barking at his subordinates.

"You idiots! What do you think you’re doing? Show proper respect to the Administrator!"

The gang members immediately bowed and retreated, their earlier aggression evaporating. They knew that any wrong move would likely result in their deaths in an instant.

Morbin, now wearing a sycophantic smile, rubbed his hands together and spoke deferentially.