When Mu Cheng spoke up, he instantly thought that that costume-obsessed nuisance had popped out again to cause trouble. He was panicking over how he would explain it if she blabbed to everyone—
But when he turned toward the restaurant entrance, Fang Ran realized there was not even a shadow of a person there.
It felt like something similar had happened before he left, too. With his brows twitching, he pressed both hands into Mu Cheng's temples while listening to her make the utterly flat, dried-fish-like cries of some kindergarten brat.
"Ah... Stop..."
Seeing the two of them, everyone could not help laughing. At that moment, the Young Master continued the topic he had brought up earlier.
With a smile and a faint sigh on his face, he remarked,
"Still, although no one knows what those A-rank Upper Tiers were doing, the situation beyond that is practically common knowledge."
"Vice commanders, district chiefs, official members, royal court elites... apparently there were at least thirty B-ranks between both sides, and everyone else was C-Rank or above."
"A large-scale melee with over a hundred participants together."
There had been too many participants, making it impossible to suppress the news. Intelligence from every node, even recordings, had already leaked onto the Night Web.
The Magician knew about the things he mentioned as well, and he sighed in agreement.
"Because of the New York Black Market auction the night before, many powerful B-ranks from outside had been drawn there. On top of that, New York's local participants were already among the stronger ranks."
"More than half of North America's top-level combat power was in New York that night."
"A workshop monster with A-rank intensity, fully armed arcane-mechanical equipment... even setting aside the methods of the two great powers, the others present had psionic weapons,