Sam Stormfeather froze mid-swing, eyes wide. His bodyguards stiffened, locked in place as if time itself had stopped. Their weapons dropped to the ground. "Fighting is useless, Stormfeather. You and your family will answer for your crimes. After this purge, the noble house of Stormfeather will be remembered in history for treason, and only treason."
With a flick of his hand, the frozen men collapsed to their knees powerless. Enforcers moved swiftly, binding them, confiscating the bags of money.
As they were marched out, more enforcers from the white collar department and evidence logging departments poured in. Every coin here had to be accounted for. Every noble that owed money to the casino had to be registered.
