083, Lina, Mors, Dixi

Rimuru still remembered Mad Dogs.

After all, it had been a wonderful memory—the first time he had used a joint operation, his first collaboration with Ling Ling's Light Chasers, and directly knocking the other side out of the game.

He even clearly remembered the threat they had left behind before retreating.

"When the Tyrant is crowned, Mad Dogs will surely be there to offer congratulations."

Yeah... so the two sides really did have a grudge, didn't they?

But Mad Dogs had three leaders, and Ser, their second-in-command, was actually a prince of the Saudi Royal Family. Rimuru shot Ling Ling a toothaching glare and suddenly understood why they had let him go back then.

That nonsense about Sequence 6 being hard to kill was all bullshit. They had clearly been wary of his background.

"Mad Dogs' style of doing things is pretty crazy too." Ling Ling said flatly, "But unlike The Truth Society, their madness isn't expressed through chaos. It's expressed through ruthlessness and a complete disregard for consequences."

"I do know that... After all, they wanted to blow Fuyuki City into the sky back then..." As Rimuru spoke, he suddenly froze and whipped his head around. "Wait, you mean..."

"We suspect this operation was staged by Mad Dogs themselves..." Ling Ling lowered her gaze. "But none of that is something you should concern yourself with."

She returned to her usual composure. "In short, just trust Town Mountain River's handling of the matter. Your task now is..."

"Yeah, yeah, take our lovely Words of Power User shopping. Don't worry, I'm best at that!"

"Then..." Ling Ling nodded and looked at Lina, who had silently stayed behind Rimuru and suffered Yutong's relentless pestering. "If anything comes up, contact me through your wristwatch. After all, you're also a diplomatic envoy of the