The Olaike Family had dominated the Suotuo City area for decades. As the third power capable of contending with Spirit Hall and the City Lord's Manor, they were also the undisputed kingpins of the underworld.
Nine times out of ten, Suotuo City's underground trade involved them. Outsiders who wanted to do business had to pay them, and law-abiding locals had to pay protection money too. With all the right palms greased from top to bottom, the kingdom's laws were little more than wastepaper to them. Saying they owned the courts would hardly have been an exaggeration.
This was thanks to their family's level-eighty-two Soul Douluo patriarch, along with two Soul Saints. Their roots ran deep indeed.
Precisely because of this, no matter how ruthlessly they squeezed the local commoners and low-level Soul Masters, no one had ever dared resist.
Yet now, their luxurious Manor on the outskirts had fallen deathly silent. Its gates were tightly shut, and a group of enforcers cautiously peered outside through makeshift observation holes in the perimeter walls. Beside them lay corpses, every one killed by a bullet to the head.
An enforcer raced in panic from the Manor's perimeter to the meeting room in the central main building, dropped to his knees with a thud, and shouted, "Patriarch! Patriarch! This is bad! The Star Moon Trade Guild's people are already attacking! We can't hold them off at all!"
The meeting room, however, was deathly quiet. The man at its head wore a monocle and was carefully studying a terrain map, while everyone else was like ants on a hot pan, unable to sit or stand still.
Everyone knew that the Star Dream Trade Guild had a powerful Soul Saint whose mastery of mental attacks was nothing short of miraculous. He was virtually invincible among his