The Dismantled Technological Armaments, and the Arrival of the "Overlord" That Shocked the Entire Venue!

With a grand wave of Bege's hand.

"Click, click, click, click!" A dense barrage of bolts being pulled rang out.

Dozens of elite mafia guards instantly raised their heavy machine guns, forming an iron wall around the four members of Germa.

"All weapons must be handed over here."

Bege said coldly.

Several mafia underlings, trembling as they carried trays covered in red velvet, approached Judge and the three princes one after another.

Judge's gaze flickered slightly beneath his metal helmet.

He snorted. Though he was extremely displeased, considering the larger political situation surrounding today's marriage alliance, he endured it and pulled an exquisitely crafted laser pistol from his coat, tossing it onto the tray with a clatter.

Seeing their father compromise, Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji could only grit their teeth and hand over their sidearms with dark expressions.

"Very good."

Bege flicked away some ash, but he was not finished. "Next... take off your battle suits as well!"

"What did you say?!" Yonji's expression instantly turned ugly.

Bege's cold, triangular eyes fixed firmly on their specially made capes, his tone leaving no room for negotiation:

"Mama's rules state that no weapons capable of causing harm may be brought into the venue!"

"Your Germa's prized 'technological battle suits' are naturally included."

"Take them off!"

Those words were like a fuse igniting a powder keg!

"Don't push your luck."

Ichiji's voice dropped to freezing point.

His right arm slowly rose, and in an instant, a shrill crackling sound rang out.

White high-voltage electricity filled with destructive force coiled around his high-tech armored fist like wildly dancing silver snakes.

He looked down at Bege coldly, murder in his eyes.

"What if... I refuse?!"

"Click!"

The moment Ichiji finished speaking, Bege's hand flashed from inside his suit, drawing a black revolver.

The dark muzzle