309: No one knows how to fan the flames better than us-the Red Sun Chamber of Commerce loses its cool

As the third-ranking figures in their respective financial groups, Mrs. Texil and Malok had weathered plenty of storms.

They had met many powerful Gifted, including lord-class experts at level 40 and even above level 50.

But they had never seen so many elite Gifted gathered together.

And the methods these Gifted used, along with their style of doing things, were completely different from anything they had seen before.

In particular, the terrifying punch from the hulking mechanical man who had just descended from the sky had shattered their understanding of how much offensive power a Gifted around level 35 could possess.

What made these people even more remarkable was that, although every one of them was an outstanding elite, they clearly got along very well.

Their outfits made it obvious that they belonged to two different groups, yet there had been no fighting over credit or clashes throughout the operation.

Their previous elite bodyguards had included quite a few experts above level 30, but those experts generally wore grave expressions and carried themselves as though burdened by bitter grudges, creating an intensely oppressive atmosphere.

These people were completely different. Not only did they fight using all sorts of methods, but they even laughed and chatted with one another!

It was as though carrying out this mission was not a life-or-death crisis for them, but some kind of game!

"So these are... Gheros's... godsons?" Mrs. Texil swallowed.

A glint of shock flashed through Malok's eyes.

Just then, a girl's voice rang out. "Guys, done already?"

The two turned around and saw an adorable girl with twin ponytails, all dressed in pink, emerge with a surprised expression, carrying the heads of their two recently deceased drivers.

Hell Scream laughed. "They were just a bunch of pushovers."

"Legion Commander 108 barely even lifted