Push back a little bit in time.

A few minutes ago.

The tall and mighty Lance took the skinny and obscene Haute and walked into the house of the Black Gold Society.

As soon as he walked into the house, Lance noticed that it was quiet, as if no one was there.

"Huh?" Lance was a little puzzled, because usually, this house was bustling with people, with various titles such as deputy leader, team leader, deputy minister, etc., as well as new members who had been pulled into the guild. Only entering the innermost room of the house, where the Venerable President Winkel rests, will there be a slight silence.

So today is ......

Lance walked forward with Hate and a frown. As he walked, suddenly Haute gently pulled Lance and pointed to the side with a little trembling.

Lance stopped and looked towards the place that Haether was pointing, and in a corner there was a corpse lying in a pool of blood. And he still knows that corpse, which is one of his biggest opponents in the Black Gold Club, with the title of official team leader, competing against him everywhere, and snatching him several times from the members of the club who finally pulled him in.

This time, he pulled Heite into the meeting, and after he was about to be promoted to deputy minister, he humiliated the other party, but he didn't expect the other party to die.

Seeing the other party's corpse, Lance didn't feel any joy, only felt a tingling on his scalp, and his whole head seemed to be getting smaller, trying to maintain his composure so that he didn't lose his temper.

Haute, but he was frightened, his face became extremely pale, and he couldn't speak clearly: "Blue ...... Brother Lance, this ...... What's going on? Didn't you tell me that the Black Gold Club was very good inside, how could there be dead people? I ...... I don't join, I quit the line...... Can't you?"

Lance glared at Hatte fiercely, didn't say anything, and ran quickly towards the innermost room of the house.

Hete, who stayed in place, hurriedly caught up: "Blue ...... Brother Lance, you ...... You wait for me, wait for me......"

Soon, the two of them arrived at the door of the innermost room.

In front of the door, Lance stopped, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open with all his might.

The next moment, Lance was stunned, and his whole person was enveloped in great terror.

Inside the door, the president of the Black Gold Society, the Honorable Lord Winkel, was sitting in a chair, his neck tilted to the side at an exaggerated angle, apparently killed by a broken neck.

In addition, the ground was covered with a large number of people, all members of the Black Gold Society, but none of them were alive, and the whole room was like a slaughterhouse.

And among the many corpses, there stood two people in black robes who looked down on their faces.

The two black-robed figures seemed to feel Lance and slowly turned around.

For a moment, Lance felt like he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, and a sense of danger exploded towards him. Instinctively, Lance turned around and ran. As soon as he raised his hand, he tried to pull Hete next to him, but found that the other party was already stupid and didn't move at all. Giving up decisively, he ran towards the door alone.

And just behind him, a black-robed man raised his hand, stretched out a finger, and swiped it in the air.

"Sting!"

A golden flame appeared at the end of the black-robed man's finger, floating, levitating into the air, and then exploding.

"Boom!"

The explosion quickly swept through the house, and the shockwave chased the fleeing Lance with flames, engulfing him.

In the midst of the screams, Lance fell, and the two black-robed men walked outside without even looking at them. On the surface of their bodies, there is an undetectable film of energy that protects them from the flames.

Soon, the two black-robed men walked out of the burning house and were about to leave, when they saw a panting fat man appearing in front of him with a huge bath bucket.

The fat man looked over, obviously a little frightened, and as he spoke, he knocked down the bathtub and shouted, "I...... I'm pouring the bathwater, yes, I'm pouring the bathwater. ”

A black-robed man shook his head imperceptibly, and the next moment he raised his hand and aimed it at the fat man.

The fat man collapsed to the ground, the water flowing from his tub quickly condensed and froze into a pattern.

After doing this, the two black-robed men turned and left.

Walking far away, one of the black-robed men spoke up and asked in a magnetic male voice, "Somen, why don't you kill that fat man?"

"He's not a member of a chain communication organization, so it doesn't matter if you kill him or not. Besides, if we don't kill him, we can have someone to spread the news for us.

In this way, it soon became known that a gang with the symbol of the Black Spirit Empire was trying to disrupt the original order of White Rock City, and we could be considered to have completed two tasks. Next, let's see how the White Stone Tower reacts. ”

"Uh. The other black-robed man nodded, and the two of them walked into the darkness together.

......

Late at night.

In an underground secret room somewhere in White Rock City, there were more than a dozen high-backed leather chairs around a long table. On the high-backed leather chairs on either side of the long table, people sat as if waiting for something.

And on the top of the long table, a cat in pitch black lay on its stomach, closing its eyes and recuperating, with a languid and haughty posture, completely ignoring the people who sat there, as if they were its slaves.

The sitting man had a strange expression, and then the cat on his stomach felt something, suddenly arched up, looked at the exit of the secret room, and then began to run quickly on the table. Running to the edge of the table, the black cat leaped to its feet, slashed an arc in mid-air, and its body reached the highest point before falling, landing firmly on the shoulder of a man who had walked into the secret room.

Walking in was an old man, his steps were a little slow, but he was very majestic, and his black robe added a bit of mystery. Behind him was a young man with a thin body and a grim expression.

The black cat jumped on the old man's shoulder, and the old man was not surprised at all, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the black cat's back, and walked to the high-backed leather chair that was deliberately vacated at the end of the long table.

Walking to the high-backed leather chair, the old man sat down, and the young man who followed him stood upright beside him.

"Let's get started. The old man sat down and looked at everyone on both sides of the table, "I must have heard some news from calling you here in such a hurry this time." ”

"Master, I heard that it was in the slums north of the city, at the scene of a fire, and the frozen sign of our council appeared?" someone said.

"Yes. The old man nodded, "And what this means, you should know very well, right?"

"......" was silent for a while.

The old man spoke slowly: "The rule of our council has always been to hide from the world and hide ourselves, but now someone is so blatantly exposing our location, and it is still in this critical period.

Recently, the White Rock Tower has been holding an event that can only be held once in more than ten years, so it is extremely important. Now, if something goes out of the ordinary, it will definitely get their attention. So...... We have to find out who did it!"

"Do you understand?" the old man asked, a face hidden under the hood slowly revealed—the scholar Suratis, sweeping his gaze over everyone in the secret room, majestic and undeniable.

"Meow!" the black cat on his shoulder cried.

"Yes!" replied in unison.

"That's good. Souladis nodded in satisfaction.