"Father! Father..."
In a castle in the Wiya Kingdom in the New World, Gambling King Busen had just seen off his Celestial Dragon guests when Bray and his brother came in, supported by others.
Busen was enormously fat, with a ruddy face and rolls of flesh. Whether he stood or sat, he looked much the same: a great, round ball of meat.
For all his wealth and his many wives and concubines, he had only these two sons. Seeing them limp in, grimacing with every step, Busen sprang to his feet and hurried toward them.
In his haste, he tripped and fell. His round body rolled like a ball right up to his sons.
"Tell me who did this! What bastard dared hurt my precious sons? I'll kill them!" Tears streamed down Busen's face.
Bray gritted his teeth. "Who else would dare? It was Death God Ye Chen. He and his companions are a pack of lunatics!"
"Ye Chen?"
Busen's cheeks bulged with rage. "Don't worry. I keep my word. Whoever touches my sons dies. Night Demon is away, so I'll send Night Cat for now. He has the Cat-Cat Fruit's Tiger Cat Form. You can count on his strength!"
Busen immediately sent for Night Cat. His real name was Rajev, and his older brother, Ramand, had Demon Dragon powers. Night Cat was a little weaker than his brother, but he was still one of the Underworld's most formidable fighters. Like Zephyr's student Shuzo and DJ Haiming, he belonged to the Longarm Tribe. His hand-to-hand combat was exceptional, and his Cat Claws could easily tear an enemy to pieces.
"Master, what are your orders?"
Night Cat's voice was shrill and eerie. As he spoke, his golden eyes gleamed coldly, as though searching for prey. He looked both eager and excited,