Chapter 930 - 925: Didn’t Serve That Woman Well

Time quickly slipped into midnight.

Boom!

An explosion ripped through the night, and three figures bolted away in a panic.

"Boss Ganser! What the hell is going on? Why did Lady Rile suddenly issue a kill-on-sight order on us?"

"Didn't she thank you after hearing your intel? She even gave you Hidden Guard status…"

Ganser's face was pitch-dark as he ran for his life, gritting his teeth as he explained: "That bitch… is definitely not the Demetri Clan's young lady! I can guarantee it!"

All three of their faces had gone slightly green, and there was a smear of inky haze between their brows that wouldn't disperse.

It was obviously some strange toxin, leaving them drained, their Professional Energy like dead water—they could barely mobilize thirty percent.

Even more chilling, no matter how they checked their status bar or pulled up the combat info prompt window, they couldn't find a single notification about being poisoned!

If "Copper Tube" Ganser hadn't been good at Mechanical Assembly, using the swarm of crab-type Combat Robots he'd pre-assembled to stall the enemy, then ordering the crab-type Combat Robots to self-destruct to buy time… the three of them would already have died under the Demetri Hidden Guard's encirclement.

But crab-type Combat Robots were ultimately just cannon fodder. The power of their self-destruction really didn't amount to much when facing natives of the Ascension Plane.

The Demetri Hidden Guard had already caught up!

"Mia~ mia~"

A cat's meow rang out.

Tall and willowy, wrapped in bandages, Lady Alice moved like a wisp of smoke, unhurriedly following after the three.

"Weren't you three dying to become Demetri's Hidden Guard? Don't run. Stay~"

On the eaves, by the roadside, a group of cats bounded forward at high speed, and in no time blocked the three men's path.

These cats were nothing like the docile ones in Lady Alice's arms.

Their bodies swelled several times bigger, like small leopards—thick with muscle, with razor teeth and sharp muzzles, their feline eyes glowing with a ghostly green Light.

Ganser grit his teeth and said, "We've already proved our loyalty. We're willing to serve as milady's Hidden Guard, no matter what identity she has… human, a spy of the Barbarian Race, or an undercover agent of the Naga Race… we're willing to follow her! Even if it means raising our Curved Sabers against our old comrades! Why does she still want to wipe us out to the last?"

"Impudent! You're at death's door and you still dare slander milady's identity."

Lady Alice said coolly, "You know too many of those 'inexplicable things.' Keeping you around will only stain milady's reputation. Don't worry, your comrades… that Gangxin Dior bunch… someone's already gone to deal with them. Not a single rat will get away."

With the chorus of cat cries, the wails of flesh being torn echoed through the alley.

...

Lower City District, Skull Hunter's House Tavern.

Bang—a loud crash as the front doors were violently kicked open!

The Adventures sleeping drunk in the hall were about to start cursing, but when they saw the Demetri Clan Guard coming in—their gleaming Armor and Curved Sabers flashing cold Light—they wisely shut their mouths.

The guards rushed toward one of the rooms and kicked the door open.

Only to find the room empty.

The Guard Captain grabbed a tavern server by the collar and dragged him to the doorway.

"Where are they?"

"Who… oww!"

"A group of Gladiators! They were staying in this room!"

"Oh, oh… They just left not long ago, milord!"

The guards had come up empty.

The Guard Captain stepped into the room, closed the door, and immediately took out an oval Crystal Stone. After he injected Energy, the Crystal Stone glowed faintly.

On the surface of the Crystal Stone, one could vaguely see the seductive silhouette of a woman in a deep-V purple dress.

"Milady, that group of Gladiators ran."

"As expected, very cunning. But they can't escape. I've already harshly reprimanded Karamango. He'll find that group of Gladiators and give them a strict 'lesson.'"

...

Waking up from sleep, the sky had fallen.

That was exactly how Karamango felt at that moment.

He never imagined that simply granting Lady Demetri's request—sending Gangxin Dior to the appointed place to have a date with Lady Demetri…

Would end up developing into this.

"What happened?" Karamango's wife, Odesia, watched her husband cursing as he strapped on his Armor and weapons, and asked in puzzlement, "What did Lady Demetri say to you that left you looking so grim?"

"She said the Gladiators of the Red Blood Arena gravely offended her, insulted the Demetri Clan. She ordered me to choose: either hand over Gangxin Dior and his cronies for her to deal with… or the Red Blood Arena's privateering license is revoked and we get kicked back to the Eastern Continent!"

"How could it be this serious?" Odesia exclaimed.

"Damn it, did Gangxin do something stupid, fail to serve that woman properly?"

Karamango finished putting on his Armor, sword in hand, frowning. "Even then… this is too much. How could some fun and games escalate this far?"

"We can only find Gangxin and ask him what happened," Odesia said. "Do you know where Gangxin is right now? Can you track him?"

"All those Gladiators bear the Red Blood Arena's brand. No matter where they run, I can track them."

Karamango was deeply conflicted. He didn't want to lose Gangxin Dior, his cash cow, but Lady Demetri's threat was something he didn't dare ignore.

Strictly speaking, if Lady Demetri wanted to revoke his privateering license, she would have to go through some trouble.

But Karamango didn't dare gamble.

Originally, Karamango could have kept his hands clean, simply provided Gangxin and the others' location and let the Demetri Clan Guard go capture them.

But Karamango was afraid the Demetri Clan Guard would just butcher Gangxin, that money tree. So he'd rather move personally, capture Gangxin alive himself, then go to Lady Demetri to confess and beg forgiveness.

That was the "best of both worlds" solution Karamango had come up with in the face of this dilemma.

"Should we send more people? Call Skullbreaker, Blood Spear and the others back. Gangxin is, after all, the man who killed a Naga General—he's very strong," Odesia asked.

"There's no time. Those Senior Silver Medal fighters are all scouting different regions of the New Continent. I can't wait for them to return—I need to depart as soon as possible."

Karamango gave a confident smile. "You don't need to worry. Gangxin may have a bit of strength, but in my eyes he's just so-so. He killed that Naga General because he had top fighters from three Gladiatorial Arenas gathered around him. If he'd relied on himself alone, it would have been absolutely impossible."

"But right now, Gangxin still has some Gladiator cronies with him—Gladiators who follow him," Odesia said.

Karamango waved his hand. "Just a few Bronze Medal Gladiators. Those followers won't be my problem… I'll have the Demetri Clan Guard go capture them! Whether they live or die, I won't care."

A few Bronze Medal Gladiators dying was no big deal.