His father sat there with a smile on his face.

Sitting opposite were three old men.

One carries a long sword and has a thin face.

One has a round face and a fat figure.

One has scars on his face and a strong build.

Monty Kate didn't recognize the man with the long sword and the round face, but he knew the old man with the scar on his face and had cooperated with him several times.

The president of the Angcheng Bounty Hunters Association, Dybala.

The other party's temper was irritable and unreasonable, and his strong strength left a deep impression on him.

Monty Kate still recognizes the image of a car being lifted above his head and smashing into the enemy.

The father actually knew each other?

Seeing the other party's calm and smiling appearance, Monty Kate was a little unable to react.

"Mondy, come here."

Io Kate said.

"Yes, father."

Monty Kate responded, and then saluted the three guests.

"Dybala, you have seen it."

"This is, Siba."

"This is Avant."

"They are all my friends."

Io Kate introduced his friend.

"Hello."

As a junior, Monty Kate bowed.

But even with his waist bent, Monty Kate froze in mid-air. He raised his head blankly and looked at the old man with a round face and a fat figure, and then looked at his father.

"Siba?"

"Siba, the president of Angcheng Assassin's Guild?"

Monty Kate repeated in a stuttering voice.

Then, he subconsciously looked at Dybala.

Would the leaders of the Bounty Guild and the Killer Guild sit together so peacefully?

Don't you mean that the two sides are mortal enemies?

What's going on?

Could it be...

Father has unknowingly unified Angcheng?!

Monty Kate thought instinctively.

He is the mayor of Angcheng.

Kyle is the supreme commander of the Angcheng military camp.

Dybala is the president of the Bounty Hunters Guild.

Sheba is the president of the Assassin's Guild.

With only one Chamber of Commerce president missing, representatives of almost all the forces in Aung City, both openly and secretly, are gathered here.

wrong!

There is one more person!

Subconsciously, Monty Kate looked at Avant.

"Don't look at me, I have nothing to do with the Chamber of Commerce."

Avant, who was not stupid, understood the meaning in Monty Kate's eyes and immediately said with a smile.

call!

Inexplicably, Monty Kate breathed a sigh of relief.

Not bad, not bad.

Not all.

Just when Monty Kate was feeling happy in her heart, the union leader of the killer union said with a smile: "That junior De'ang is not qualified to sit with us."

De'ang, President of the Angcheng Chamber of Commerce.

Hearing these words, Monty Kate looked at his father with wide eyes.

"Are you ready to make Angcheng independent?"

Monty Kate stammered.

Apart from this, Monty Kate could not think of anything else.

He really wanted to persuade his father to consider the whole city.

Such an irrational approach will only expose the entire city to the flames of war.

But he didn't speak.

Because, he knew very well that since his father had arranged such a big game of chess without anyone noticing, he had obviously thought everything out.

His persuasion was useless.

As for his brother?

It’s even more useless!

He would even cooperate with his father.

Yes, cooperate!

Maybe……

My father's eyes are no longer on Ang City, but on the entire empire!

Thinking of this, Monty Kate's whole body trembled.

He seemed to have seen corpses scattered everywhere and rivers of blood flowing.

"Father……"

"Mondy, it's time to tell you something."

Monty Kate gritted her teeth and was about to persuade her father, but was interrupted by her father. The old housekeeper standing aside came over with several servants.

Everyone held a black, folded cloak in their hands.

Io Kate took the cloak and shook it.

Snap!

Amidst the crisp sound of the cloth, the old man who should have been trembling straightened his body and put the cloak on his body.

Dybala and Sheba are like this.

Except for Avant who was already wearing a cloak, the three old men put on their cloaks and moved slightly to stand behind Avant.

Then……

Masks appeared in the hands of the four people one after another.

The mask was very peculiar, with white overall color, deep-set black eyes, and raised bridge of the nose. It looked like a slightly abstract face of a night owl, making it unforgettable at first sight.

"I didn't expect that I could still wear it."

Dybala grinned.

"Of course, I firmly believe that I will wear it one day."

Siba smiled.

Io Kate touched his own mask, and the aura on his body became more and more fierce, and bursts of wailing like an innocent soul began to appear around the old man.

There was nostalgia on his face.

It's more about expectations.

"'Claw' no.2, return to 'Court'."

Io Kate said and put on the mask.

"'Claw' no.7, returns to 'Court'."
To be continued...