The dukes could not understand why Blue Devil, who had always firmly opposed killing Bobo, had suddenly changed his mind. He had even skipped the public trial and directly announced the previous king's death sentence.
All the plans they had prepared for so long were rendered useless, like a fully charged punch landing on empty air.
The dukes had temporarily formed an alliance to overthrow the king's rule. Their plan had been simple: if Blue Devil continued insisting that the ape should not be tried, they would stir up public opinion, incite the foolish masses, and send both the king and the regent to the gallows.
Once the outsiders were removed and the Justice League driven out, they could compete for Maya by their own means.
Whether they surrendered to the Lord of Order or the Legion of Doom, the king of a puppet state would still be king, would he not?
Yet one unimaginable event after another had occurred.
First, Stinky Freak had murdered a duke in the street and destroyed the body. Then Deathstroke, together with Satan, had defeated the Lord of Order. Now, the latest news was that Blue Devil intended to put family before justice.
This series of unbelievable events was like a combination punch, leaving the dukes gathered around a round table in a dark basement dizzy and bewildered.
"Babuj XIII is dead. His territory should be divided equally among the seven of us whose lands border his."
A voice came from the darkness. It was impossible to tell who had spoken; only shifting silhouettes could be seen.
"Why? My territory is only three hundred kilometers away. What would be wrong with giving me an exclave?"
Another voice spoke up in opposition.
What followed was like turning on a dozen radios at once. The previously