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The six people opposite him nearly popped their eyes out; they were in the middle of a standoff, yet he actually had the spare time to play on his phone?

They all wanted to seize the opportunity to exert more pressure, but Fang Cheng remained completely unaffected.

The person calling Fang Cheng was Eve, and she had sent a text message: "I've already investigated the whereabouts of two Apocalypse Knights. They left with the Templar Order last night for Romania; they're likely heading to Dracula's lair. Be careful."

Seeing this message, Fang Cheng was startled. Linking it to the information provided by the mole at Dracula's side, a bold guess surfaced in his mind.

Fang Cheng put away his phone, looked up at Dracula, and revealed a smile.

Seeing the smile on his face, Dracula suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

"I just received some news."

Fang Cheng examined Dracula's expression with interest: "War Horseman Ophi and Famine Horseman Famon left Jerusalem last night with the Templar Order, traveling through the night to Romania. They might have already arrived in Brasov by now."

As soon as these words were spoken, the pupils in Dracula's eyes constricted slightly.

The others were even more shaken by this news, and the momentum they had previously unified suddenly became chaotic.

If Fang Cheng was merely their competitor, then the Apocalypse Knights were undoubtedly mortal enemies.

"Nonsense."

Dracula spoke up to refute him: "My informants are spread across all of Europe, and I have received no news of the Apocalypse Knights entering Romania. Do not try to alarm people with such fear-mongering."

Fang Cheng chuckled: "Before you invited us to attend this gathering, you contacted the Apocalypse Knights in private—is that also fear-mongering?"

Dracula said calmly: "Everyone knows that I am a mortal enemy of