Goodbye, Duke

The train arrived at Lupu, and the attendant's Golden Mask automatically peeled away, returning him to normal.

At the same time, another well-dressed Golden Mask was already waving to everyone on the train from the station entrance.

Everyone followed him toward Lupu's Town Center.

Although Nash had handled many matters for the circus and dealt with many factions, he had never dealt with anyone from Duke's Merchant Guild.

The Guild generally did not interfere with the circus's interests. More importantly, Boss had said that they had to show respect to the special existence known as the Duke.

Thus, this was also Nash's first time seeing this Golden Mask.

His killing-intent perception could not obtain any information from the other party. His body was utterly ordinary. Only the Golden Mask on his face emitted a faint aura—very weak, but Nash still had no confidence he could win.

Moreover, Nash always felt that something in the corners of the city was watching him, and it seemed somewhat similar to him in nature.

Among the crowds darting about across the street, a Silver Mask would occasionally flicker into view.

"Duke's subordinates are pretty formidable, Boss!"

"The Golden and Silver Masks are the Duke's right and left hands. Anyone capable of doing the biggest business in the entire Old World without many people daring to offend them naturally has some ability. I imagine the two of them are at the very top of the silver circle."

At that moment, Jessica the Dentist, who was walking with the group as well, could no longer hold herself back. Her mouth began moving beneath her mask.

"If Duke's Guild were compared to the Source Plague Zone, then the 'Golden and Silver Duo' would be equivalent to top-tier silver-circle existences like the Seven Marquis. In a direct confrontation,