Antonio Alexander stood silently in the darkness.
"I'm growing tired of this pitch-black underground too. Let's take this fight somewhere else."
White moonlight streamed through the enormous hole overhead into the Underground Altar. Antonio Alexander emerged from the Secret Room and looked up at it.
As Antonio Alexander stepped out, Werther finally got a clear look at the "old monster."
He had short, snow-white hair and a neatly trimmed white beard around his chin and upper lip. His face was somewhat pale, but his build was sturdy, and his black suit was spotless.
Crack, crack, crack!
Trees sprang up beneath Antonio Alexander's feet, lifting him toward the top of the pit.
Werther tapped the ground lightly and vanished. When he reappeared, he was already on the surface.
Night was falling. The brightly lit Mary Geoise looked strange tonight: Celestial Dragons stood on their rooftops, watching to see what had happened at the Antonio Family estate.
"Steward Kimbula, take your people and go."
The Chief Steward hesitated, but after sensing the powerful aura radiating from Werther, he nodded.
"Sorry for the trouble."
With that, the Chief Steward left the Antonio Family's territory with Number Three and the others.
The Chief Steward and his group had gone, but the Antonio Family's fighters remained.
"The former Clan Leader is about to appear. Get ready to help him face the enemy."
The Antonio Family's fighters gathered together. Antonio Johnson had assumed the position of Clan Leader today, so the old monster was now the former Clan Leader.
If Werther and the others had not launched their surprise attack, the old monster would have killed Antonio Johnson tonight by the same method he had used before, then taken his place.
The Antonio Family's fighters watched Werther warily. Intimidated by his powerful aura, they did not