Chapter 1270 - 1269: They Welcome the King

Chapter 1270: Chapter 1269: They Welcome the King

Gu Tong’s face showed no extra expression, her hands moved naturally, brushing under Han Shang’s nose before casually capping the medicine bottle, asking, "Still dizzy?"

"Much better." Han Shang responded calmly, his purple eyes focused on Gu Tong, without the slightest shift in gaze.

Gu Tong ignored his focused attention, saying, "As long as there’s nothing wrong!"

After speaking, Gu Tong tossed the medicine bottle to Amis, saying, "Remember, if there’s nothing else, let him breathe it in now and then; prolonged training can reduce sensitivity."

Amis: "..." She did want to let little AOSS breathe it in frequently, but she didn’t dare...

Remember, every time Amis tossed this under little BOSS Han Shang’s nose, little BOSS always had a look that said, ’Get that away from this BOSS,’ which was really intimidating.

...

On the other side.

’Sizzle--’

’Thud, thud, thud--’

The circle stopped emitting smoke and began to rotate, the Yin Yang Formation finally activated, and the door connected to the formation swung open seamlessly.

’Click--’

The dust-covered door opened, revealing a crack in the middle.

Everyone’s gaze was drawn to that crack.

As soon as their eyes landed on it, they were captivated by the dazzling array of items within.

This is...

Mountains of gold and silver, piled high, steeped in ancient history, brimming with fatal allure.

Every tomb robber who set foot here would think that taking risks for these treasures was more than worth it.

Gulas appeared very excited, his eyes full of joy, saying, "Little BOSS, we finally found it..."

His finger raised high, pointing at the peak of the gold mountain, where the scepter stood, the symbol of Sicuro’s authority, revered by all.

Beckett was also thrilled, saying, "Never thought I’d see the Scepter of Killing Stop in my lifetime..."

Amis gasped, saying, "It’s so beautiful, like an exquisite piece of art..."

The members of the Sicuro Mafia were all enthralled by the scepter, praising it endlessly.

This was their goal for coming, and it was also the symbol of their worship and belief.

Indeed, for the members of the Sicuro Mafia, Sicuro itself was their faith.

Unnoticed, Han Shang had already stood up, his movements graceful, taking just a few steps to stand beneath the golden mountain, extending his hand to grasp the bottom of the scepter, pulling it hard.

’Clack--’

The scepter was pulled out, with several gold bricks falling at Han Shang’s feet.

However, mere gold bricks couldn’t capture Han Shang’s attention; his mind was solely fixated on the scepter in his hand.

"Killing Stopped Scepter! I finally found you!" Han Shang caressed the body of the scepter, his emotions surging, yet his movements were careful and gentle, as if cherishing his beloved.

Heaven knows how eagerly he had awaited this scepter, and how much suffering he endured for its arrival.

"King..." Beckett’s voice was somewhat hoarse, as he knelt on one knee, saying, "King’s scepter, Boss of Sicuro..."

Indeed, this is the return that everyone eagerly anticipated.

The scepter has finally returned to the hands of the Sicuro Mafia.

And Han Shang, the Sicuro Mafia’s new king, is destined to be the powerful leader guiding them to victory.

"BOSS..." All the members of the Sicuro Mafia knelt on one knee simultaneously, welcoming the king, as if answering the call of destiny.