"We were invited too?"
Shiqi looked at Rost Lanchi in surprise.
A little over ten minutes after Qin Ran and his companions returned to Black Street No. 1, the old man, who had temporarily taken over his granddaughter's work, came to visit.
He also brought some unexpected news: the Shepherds of the Dead had sent out additional invitations.
Everyone present received one, apart from Charles, who had arrived unexpectedly, and the unconscious Boyle.
"Not only that, but according to my information, they've sent out a great many additional invitations, far more than just yours. Anyone with even a modest reputation on the West Coast's mystery side received one! What's more, the Shepherds of the Dead have temporarily rented Morson Castle as the venue for this so-called 'banquet.'"
"They've abandoned secrecy and come out into the open..."
"I don't consider that good news!"
Rost Lanchi continued.
No one argued. They all frowned.
Not a single person present was a fool.
The Shepherds of the Dead's unusual behavior all pointed to one thing: they were certain of victory.
Only that could explain why they had distributed invitations so widely and stepped out of the shadows.
Everyone's gaze instinctively turned toward the calm-faced Qin Ran.
"What about the East Coast?"
Qin Ran looked at Rost Lanchi as he asked.
"I haven't received any news about the East Coast, but based on what I can infer, I can guarantee that they've already arrived on the West Coast!"
"And they're waiting for your return!"
"After all, Feili took your 'declaration' back word for word. Given how the East Coast's mystery side operates, they certainly won't let the matter rest!"
Rost Lanchi spoke with absolute certainty.
"I hope they live up to their reputation!"
Qin Ran spoke calmly.
The appearance of the East Coast's mystery side