The Antonio Family's clan leader succession ceremony ended amid a clamor.
At six that evening, Werther left the Castle alone.
The cool night breeze stirred Werther's short hair. In his black coat, he almost blended into the darkness.
"Werther, wait."
Anita called to him from the Castle entrance, but Werther did not look back.
"Make sure you come back alive."
Werther gave a soft chuckle.
"Who knows?"
With that, Werther turned and vanished into the night, leaving only a blur.
Boom!
The blast echoed across Mary Geoise, startling quite a few Celestial Dragons who were abusing female slaves or amusing themselves in other ways.
Has it started already?
A pillar of fire shot into the sky, followed by fierce shouts of battle.
Two minutes later, Werther arrived outside the Antonio Family's Castle.
Gunshots, clashing weapons, and the explosive sounds of powerful fighters trading blows rang out from time to time.
Crash!
One of the Castle's windows shattered, and a corpse twisted beyond recognition flew out.
Werther spotted Number Three through the window. Blood stained his metal mask. After giving Werther a nod, he vanished in a flash.
Werther gripped the hilt of Intent Blood with his right hand, drew it, and walked into the Castle.
A spacious living room greeted him. It was already in shambles, with the occasional corpse lying among the wreckage.
Werther had studied the Castle's layout, so he headed straight for the Underground Altar.
"Stop right there!"
A burly man lunged at Werther and threw a punch at his head.
Werther did not even look at him. He simply kept walking.
Boom!
A metal-clad fist intercepted the punch in front of Werther. It belonged to Number Four.
Werther would not fight until he reached the Underground Altar. Others would cover him along the way; he only