A Thief?

In the blink of an eye, several days passed, and Cliff Island became exceptionally lively after the great battle.

First, Zheng Zicheng arrived with Kong Mingze, Liang Feiyan, and other trusted subordinates of the Alliance Leader. Xiang Hong even used his intense longing as an excuse to make a special trip outside the Main Hall, circling several times in front of the black-faced Sheng Tian.

Afterward, Peng Xinghan, Shi Kang, and the other [Chiefs] returned one after another, bringing the Mecha Masters from their respective islands to gather on Cliff Island and await the Alliance Leader's emergence from seclusion.

At the center of the island stood a magnificent, towering palace.

Outside the Main Hall, Sheng Tian stood tall as an iron tower, gazing over the bustling island.

The Ten Island Alliance's [Chiefs] from every Supergalactic Cluster had gathered here. Everything before him was precisely the grand scene he had hoped for.

But the Alliance Leader was not him...

Just as Sheng Tian was drowning in melancholy,

"Chief!" An assistant flew over from afar, his face full of eager flattery. "I saw you had been standing here for several days, so I specially made a chair. Why don't you sit down for a while?"

With a wave of his hand, he placed a wooden chair outside the hall doors.

It was exquisitely carved, with extraordinarily beautiful patterns. Anyone could see that considerable care had gone into it.

Yet Sheng Tian could not bring himself to feel happy. Instead, his face darkened at a visible speed.

Was he lacking a chair? What he lacked was the Alliance Leader's throne!

And what was he supposed to look like sitting at the doorway?

A security guard?

Sheng Tian shot his assistant a fierce glare, then looked straight past the wooden chair toward the tightly