After four years of restraint and accumulation, he had finally revealed a hint of his edge. The feeling was good, but Bred stopped after a taste. He knew very well that there were still countless beings in the world capable of threatening his life. The situation was far from optimistic.
He met up with Mosquito Girl.
"Still not done, Joanna?" Bred asked.
Mosquito Girl turned around and said cheerfully, "Bred! Joanna finished ages ago—I drank my fill of 'juice'! The troublesome ones are the people you found. They're so~~~ slow!"
"Don't worry. They'll pick up the pace," Bred said with a smile.
Bred had already arranged channels to sell the loot from robbing the Underworld Conference. Naturally, anyone willing to take on this sort of business was no decent sort either. They were all shady operators, a flock of vultures chasing carrion—exceptionally good at bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and skilled at moving with the wind.
Bred understood why they were dragging their feet. They were simply waiting for news from him, to see whether he had taken out the Ten Dons or whether the Ten Dons had struck back and won.
If it was the former, they would certainly follow Bred's demands, quickly inventory the loot, and buy it.
If it was the latter, they would return everything to its owners. They might even stand with the Ten Dons to attack Bred, then claim credit from the Ten Dons and shamelessly seize the chance to join the feast of the Underworld Conference, dividing up the underworld's profits.
Sure enough.
The moment Bred appeared, they stopped dawdling.
"Dun dun dun~~~ Bred, Bred! Hehehe~~~" Mosquito Girl suddenly started acting strange, scampering over to a box as if presenting treasure. "Guess what I found?"
Bred blinked. "Oh? What? Jewelry? Diamonds?