Chapter 763

“Hahaha!”

Zeke smiled.

Lone Wolf had strong arms, but his legs were his weakness.

He would naturally lose when he used his weakness to compete with someone else’s strong point.

Zeke muttered, “Come. Let’s go back and continue drinking.”

Haros laughed, “Haha! Let’s drink until we cross that bridge!”

Charon replied, “Shut up. Don’t use idioms if you don’t know how to use them properly.”

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In the luxurious Imperial Palace, Mr. Quin was training his Siberian wolves.

He was satisfied with this pack of wolves. They were ruthless and cruel, and they would even kill each other just for a taste of meat.

They were more ferocious than any dogs he had had in the past.

Feeling tired from the training, Mr. Quin sat down and sipped from his cup. “Draco, any news from Sim?”

Draco smiled. “Not yet. Maybe Sim’s on the way because he wants to tell you the good news in person.”

Mr. Quin nodded with a smile in return. “Yes. Sim has assigned the Ferrymen of the Dead to this. There shouldn’t be any problem this time. I’ve seen their capabilities. They’re bound to win even if they’re going up against normal masters. Even a top master like me can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to take both of them down in ten moves.”

Draco murmured, “Mr. Quin, they’re incomparable to you. After all, they work as a team. If they’re separated, I’m sure they would much weaker.”

Mr. Quin took in a deep breath. “That’s impossible because I’ve never seen them separated.”

Right then, Draco’s phone rang.

Draco reported, “It’s from Sim.”

Mr. Quin instructed, “Put him on speakers.”

Draco did as instructed.

Sim panted, “Mr. Quin, I have bad news.”

Mr. Quin’s heart skipped a beat. “What’s wrong?”

Sim explained, “Ferrymen of the Dead know Zeke, and he used to be their leader. The mission failed before it even started.”

What?

Mr. Quin’s hand shuddered, and he dropped his cup and it shattered into pieces on the floor.

Ferrymen of the Dead know Zeke, and he’s their leader?

Who the hell is Zeke to make the Ferrymen of the Dead lower themselves in front of him.

Just a businessman from Rivermouth?

That must be a joke!

What kind of enemy has my damn boss assigned me to?

In an instant, Mr. Quin looked as if he had aged ten years. He lay slump on the chair, huffing.

Gavin Zachary was defeated, the Thirteen Guardians were killed, Reuben Mack had turned into a traitor, and the underworld forces had gotten out of hand.

Even the Ferrymen of the Dead had joined the side of the enemy.

Now, Mr. Quin was left with no one.

The danger alarm in his mind was wailing.

Draco’s phone rang again.

He carefully glanced at Mr. Quin before stepping out of the room to take the call.

A moment later, he returned with a solemn look.

“Who was it?” Mr. Quin realized something amiss about the call when he saw Draco’s change of expression.

Draco carefully explained, “The businessmen, politicians, and underworld forces on your side have called to ask how are your preparations against this catastrophe going. It sounds like they think that you’re at your wit’s end. They sound like they’re going to leave your side for Zeke instead.”

Mr. Quin sneered, “At my wit’s end? Haha, the ace up my sleeve is me!”

He rotated his wrist. “It’s been a while since I’ve made a move. My fists are itching to collide with something. Draco, you’re right. I should’ve been the one to go up against Zeke from the start.”

Draco beamed, “Mr. Quin, you’re number two in Eurasia’s ranking. If you make a move, I’m sure you’ll turn the table around.”