As the banquet in Forest City began, a fully armed squad slipped silently into the city.
Hidden inside a house, they waited quietly for orders.
In the bedroom, two men stood facing each other.
One bent at the waist and knees, humility written across his face.
The other stood with his head held high, his expression impassive.
The former wore casual clothes, with nothing particularly noteworthy about him. The latter wore a khaki trench coat, brown leather shoes, and a fitted shirt beneath it. Combined with his well-groomed appearance, he looked every bit a member of society's elite-if only he had kept his feet on the ground.
That was not a figure of speech.
The soles of the latter's leather shoes hovered about a finger's width above the floor.
"Can you confirm the news?"
The middle-aged man floating in the air asked.
"Yes!"
"The information from 'Shoes,' along with reports from our other channels, all confirmed its accuracy."
"And according to our latest intelligence, His Eminence in Leaf City left several hours ago."
The humble-looking old man spoke extremely quickly, but his words remained clear and orderly.
"The God of Ye City?"
"Greed has blinded him too!"
"With his strength, leaving Leaf City is practically suicide. Isn't he afraid the others will make him their prey?"
The middle-aged man sneered, then his eyes flickered.
Clearly, he was more than willing to make the so-called God of Ye City his prey.
But his composure told him what he ought to do.
Between a gravely wounded target and an uninjured one, which should he choose?
Any normal person would know the answer.
Of course, that did not mean the middle-aged man would abandon such a rare opportunity.
He could move faster!
And then...
Kill two birds with one stone!
"Have them prepare!"