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"My secret is pretty much out now."
Eugene, now an old man, stood before the once magnificent building, now reduced to ashes, a slight smile playing on his lips.
The Soma clan rose to become a top-tier clan thanks to its high-quality sake business.
However, it started out as a business and its core strength is not very strong.
This is similar to the family of Apollo, the sun god. That family rose to power through luxury goods and had a vast fortune. The headquarters of the family was a castle!
But the commander was only level 3, and Eugene could easily kill him with one hand.
No rush, let's take it one at a time.
Eugene's eyes lit up; on this ruin, he had already begun planning his business empire.
Soma, the god of wine, was nothing more than a puppet.
Eugene is confident that if he can control him, he can achieve even greater success than Chanis.
Money, power, and strength.
In this era, I will definitely stand at the top!
He moved and disappeared into the crowd.
There's no need to worry about Tsubaki's efficiency; basic designs can be completed quickly.
The equipment and personnel are all ready.
So, it's time for the final battle!
……
Inside the "Eldorado" casino.
"So you've been tricked, uncle."
Dix looked at Terry with a mocking expression. Terry's face was ashen and his skin was trembling.
If the person sitting in front of him wasn't a level 5, he would have already flew into a rage and thrown the ashtray at their face.
"That bastard!" Terry cursed inwardly.
He killed everyone without even being able to get a straight answer; he's a madman!
He never expected that Dix would launch a frontal invasion and directly attack Chanis's hometown.
Fortunately, there was that fire, otherwise it would have caused a huge disaster!
Now everything is back to square one, and Terri feels so frustrated he's about to cry.
What exactly is going on here?
"That Eugene is really interesting."
Dix swayed back and forth in his chair without any remorse, acting as if he wasn't afraid of causing trouble, his tone even carrying a threat:
"Uncle, don't even think about running away! You absolutely have to confront him!"
"I'm really looking forward to seeing what tricks that kid will pull!"
"Bullshit!" Terry nearly exploded with rage upon hearing this.
But he simply couldn't bring himself to run away.
Dix is a con artist; if you mess with him, you'll die without even knowing how.
To mitigate risks, it is essential to prepare for asset transfer in advance!
He was secretly making his own plans.
Orario's fixed assets are unnecessary, and all black market territory can be given away.
In order to avoid alerting Dix, a considerable amount of money had to be left behind to maintain appearances...
One hundred million after another, and another hundred million after another—Terry's heart was bleeding.
Just as he was making his plans, a servant with a solemn expression handed him an anonymous letter.
Terry knew without even looking who had sent it.
He was in no mood to blame his men; if they could have held Eugene in check, why would he have needed to bring in Dix, this plague?
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Dicks urged cheekily from the side.
Terry's hands trembled as he opened the letter, his gaze gradually hardening.
Seeing that he had stopped moving, Dix impatiently snatched the hand away and then burst into laughter!
"Hahaha! This kid is something else, truly incredible!"
"I haven't seen such an interesting guy in a long time!"
The letter contained only a few sentences:
Don't even think about running away, you can't escape.
Gather the money and wait patiently for your father to come and collect it.
Tomorrow night, let's have a dream game!
One round determines the outcome!
"A dream gamble!"
Dix threw the letter high into the air like a madman, spreading his arms wide and his face flushed: "What beautiful words!"
"Tomorrow night, let's decide the climax of this farce with the most spectacular bet ever!"
Before Dix, Terry's face was ashen.
gambling.
Eugene's meaning couldn't be clearer.
He will seize everything in this casino he built himself, using his favorite form of entertainment!
For a powerful and ruthless leader, such a thing would be incredibly humiliating and unfair!
From the depths of Terry's eyes, endless killing intent and malice surged outwards, devouring even the last vestiges of his reason.
No matter what method is used.
He must kill Eugene!
……
The perspective shifts again.
The room that Lily originally rented is now being used as a temporary base for the group.
Liu leaned against the windowsill, cautiously observing her surroundings.
Inside the room, Chloe and Noru sat cross-legged facing each other.
“Let’s begin,” Eugene said gently.
The two women exchanged a slightly nervous glance, then each opened the magic book in front of them.
hum...
They read softly, and though the magical glow did not appear on the pages, it was reflected in their bright eyes.
· ·······Requesting flowers···· ·
Unbeknownst to them, they fell into a deep sleep.
"here we go."
Liu glanced at it and nodded silently.
In her view, two new and distinct magical powers were coalescing on the bodies of the two delicate young girls.
In dreams, one expresses the soul's yearning.
They will also receive their own powerful magic.
At that time, the team's overall combat effectiveness will reach a new level.
……
the next day.
In the workshop of the tsubaki.
The master craftsman, now dressed in his usual flamboyant style, with every step exuding a fiery passion, laid out his work before the group.
Despite its simple appearance, it has no problems in terms of defense.
The undergarment, made of Goliath's tough leather, was named "Black Giant" by Tsubaki.
Because Eugene tricked her, saying that the material was obtained from the black giant defeated by a certain country.
.. ...... ...
Don't forget our promise!
"Give me more!"
Unaware of her own terrible lines, Tsubaki waved goodbye to the group of mysterious customers.
She returned to the hearth, where Eugene had given her a large pile of materials.
"Okay! Continue!"
……
Day and night alternate.
Orario has entered its night once again.
The brightly lit streets were bustling with people, completely unaware of the changes that were about to happen that night.
And in that neon-lit, intoxicatingly romantic street.
The innermost part of the Far East Pavilion, the boudoir belonging to that blonde fox-woman girl, was completely empty.
Meanwhile, beneath the towering Tower of Babel.