"You people! Are you planning to defy the Demon Lord's orders? If you dare, we'll destroy your Community."
Chen Fan yawned. "Ah... honestly, there are always people throwing their weight around under someone else's name. Ignore them. Their words don't count for much. We'd be better off meeting their boss."
"What did you say?"
"I said there's no need for you to trouble yourselves. We'll go meet your Demon Lord ourselves. Goodbye!"
Chen Fan had no interest in wasting words on them. He swung his hand forcefully. "...!" A violent gust erupted from his side, blasting everyone in midair away.
"Alright, it's much quieter now. Let's go." The group headed together toward White Night Yaksha's location.
At that moment, White Night Yaksha had an uninvited guest as well—a young man with dyed hair and a somewhat sinister air about him.
"You suspended Leticia's Gift Game!" White Night Yaksha's voice rang out in the room.
"Yeah, because I found a good buyer," the young man said indifferently.
"Shameless. Is this what the heir of the long-established Perseus Community should be doing? You're smearing the banner of Thousand Eyes's twin goddesses."
"I know. But you people brought someone else's property to the outer gates of the seven-digit district without their consent. We're both guilty, aren't we?"
White Night Yaksha smiled smugly. "I never intended to hide that matter. But Leticia is no longer here. What a pity. If the sale doesn't go through, the Gift Game can't be canceled either."
"I know the origins of my own property better than anyone. Still, to prevent something like this, I added a few measures of my own." The young man said this while drinking red wine as though he did not care in the least.
White Night Yaksha's expression turned solemn. "Boy! Are