Vasini has been in high spirits these past two days.
People think it’s the result of victory.
But they don’t know that it’s actually the effect of being illuminated by the light of the divine.
Even his character has sowhat changed.
He has abandoned the compromise and hesitation of the past, becoming decisive and direct.
Or perhaps, his character has always been like this; it’s just reality suppressed his choices.
After winning that raid, the next day he demanded a family alliance conference to decide subsequent enemy strategies.
He insisted that this ti all families must attend, or they would be considered as having automatically left the alliance, thereby becoming enemies.
Such words were never dared out of his mouth before; he used to hope everyone could maintain unity as much as possible, attending if they could, not attending was also fine.
Not attending ant being friends too.
But this ti was different.
His allies also felt the pressure, mainly because they never imagined Vasini could win that raid.
He alone, leading the family’s guards, severely injured Uttahan.
It’s said that even Luca had his hand broken by him.
This was no longer the Vasini they knew.
They dared not absent themselves.
Because Vasini’s blade, capable of cutting Uttahan, could just as well cut them.
Everything proceeded urgently and orderly.
The family alliance conference is scheduled for tomorrow.
That night, Vasini continued his prayers in the Sanctuary.
While praying, he described his plan to the great Dark Savior.
Perhaps carrying a desire for blessing.
He decided to forcibly rge all existing families at tomorrow’s eting.
Using the excuse of a temporary warti alliance, uniting all family mbers under the Martino clan, to be commanded by him.
Then gradually devour everyone.
He no longer wants to give any chance to these forr allies; if delayed, everyone would die, so why not all beco mbers of Martino?
Those who don’t comply, kill them all.
He fears no longer because God is watching him.
"...Great Dark Savior, please permit my impulse, permit my ambition, grant endless strength and courage! The Martino clan will always be your most loyal and reliable spear!"
Ethan had just returned ho when he heard Vasini’s prayers.
He has now basically confird Vasini’s identity and knows his precise information.
Because when he said goodbye to Joseph, Joseph slipped him a new docunt.
It contained more detailed information on the South District, including the identity of every family head and new force leader.
Vasini was prominently listed.
The current leader of the Martino clan, holder of the Sanctuary.
Listening to Vasini’s plan, Ethan thought it’s great; if continuing to fight separately, even with his assistance, the Royal Capital Mafia would remain fragnted.
Rather than that, it’s better to consolidate forcefully.
This also aligns with Ethan’s plan; he needs a weapon sharp enough yet obedient.
"Then, I permit you."
He responded to Vasini.
Vasini’s heart surged once more.
The God agrees with my view, indeed, I am the chosen one.
He resolutely turned around and walked outside.
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The next day.
This day is watched by all.
Because the art debate that has been raging for half a month will finally conclude today.
Ethan Polleta’s solo exhibition will be held at the Kingdom Art Center, at that ti, Rubins will lead the Royal Capital’s art and critique circles to appraise his work.
Will Ethan prevail, or will Rubins win?
Everyone is ready with excitent.
And Herlosh has also seized the opportunity, releasing a new edition of the Kingdom Deep Observation Report.
The report focuses on today’s Ethan’s solo exhibition, with words stirring the pot, almost explicitly asking who everyone thinks is more formidable, Ethan or Rubins?
The public’s emotions soared once more, so much so that by eight in the morning, within a kiloter radius centered on the Kingdom Art Center, it was packed with crowds, with everyone holding the latest copy of the observation report, here for the spectacle.
One should never underestimate the gossiping nature of humans.
Ethan, however, did not leave early; he was already accustod to such events, in terms of scale, the initial public trial was what truly shook the city.
This ti it’s at best a warm-up.
Sofia is also going today; she returned last night to support Ethan.
"Don’t worry, Ethan, absolutely no problem, you’re so talented, sure to conquer everyone! Then Rubins will have to apologize to you; his behavior is really outrageous, to question you and attack you!"
Sofia was full of confidence; she was one of those who had complete blind faith in Ethan.
By contrast, Anya was different.
She didn’t care much about the outco.
"Anya, what do you think?"
So when Sofia asked her, she only responded with a blank expression, but her hand subconsciously gripped the white ivory hidden in her clothes.
If things really turned out badly, she did not mind shooting Rubins, and all those who insulted the young master.
Dead people are the best people.
With preparations completed, Ethan stepped out in striking red attire, his tie conspicuously a provocative purple.
One could say Ethan’s ensemble today, placed on anyone with lesser temperant or appearance, would be a disaster.
Yet he carried it perfectly, uniquely, like a vibrant painting.
So, before his artwork conquers the crowd, his attire first captures the photographers’ caras.
Amidst the flurry of snaps, Anya had already sped away.
Simultaneously.
In the dark Sanctuary.
Vasini was dressed in absolutely solemn and majestic black attire, underneath was a white shirt with a snake-like patterned tie, hair perfectly combed, without a trace of the drifting vagabond look from the past.
Now he is the leader of the Martino clan, the ruler of the Southern District Mafia.
Today, he would accomplish what his ancestors never did.
The ti pointer reached nine.
He began the last round of prayers.
Sunlight had seeped into the Sanctuary from various gaps yet failed to shine upon the deepest darkness.
When the last ’An’ fell, he swiftly drew a dark triangle.
At this mont, the Sanctuary’s grand door was slowly pushed open.
He slowly turned around, looking at the place where sunlight shone in; there, the leaders of the Royal Capital Mafia stepped into this place which once symbolized authority and glory, one by one.
What they didn’t know was, today this might also beco their final resting place.
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