The pressure eased slightly, but what had just happened drew so unwanted attention. Cyn turned back with a smile toward Kassal and Miguel—a smile that clearly said, I told you, it's really that easy.
With curious eyes and a dark expression, the man asked while absentmindedly squeezing the backside of the deviant sitting on his lap,
"So… who are you?"
Miguel spoke from the side on Cyn's behalf.
"We're just a guild. Unfortunately, our interests crossed with those of so other people, so we're here to settle a few things."
The man chuckled softly, mockery laced into his tone.
"I see… but let remind you once again—trust , this is not the right place to 'settle things.'"
Miguel listened, even though the man had clearly misunderstood him. Cyn, however, spoke boldly from the other side.
"I don't really care. They shouldn't have been here in the first place. So they won't stay here. And they won't set foot in the capital again."
The man was taken aback by Cyn's words. Big words, coming from him.
"If that's the case, then I won't answer any of your questions. You may leave. I have nothing to say to a man who doesn't know when to back down."
Miguel had no idea what the two of them were saying anymore, but it was clear things were not going as planned. At the very least, they could try asking soone else in this place.
But Miguel wasn't about to leave just like that. With one last push, he spoke up.
"Just listen. All we want is for you to point out anyone here affiliated with the Raging Floods, if you know them. A lot has happened between us. They targeted us first—our bases, our branches—even here in the capital. They're trying to establish a foothold at our expense. At this point, things can no longer be resolved peacefully."
The man placed a hand on his chin, as if thinking deeply. Then, with a strange movent—as if sothing completely unexpected had just occurred—
"Wha—damn it! It sold!"
In a suddenly faint and empty tone, he muttered,
"The item… the item I've been eyeing for so long—it was sold…"
Cyn stared at him in confusion. What is he babbling about?
He turned toward the voice behind them.
The auction host, standing atop the iron platform at the center of the hall, announced loudly,
"Congratulations to Mister Ramon Rocuzzo of the Raging Floods for acquiring the one and only original undergarnt of the unique and peerless Mada Needle!"
Everyone had their own concerns.
The man stared hollowly, regret and anger swirling in his eyes. The one and only piece of Mada Needle's underwear—sold. His entire plan had collapsed. He had gathered money for so long, all for this day, only for it to slip away… into the hands of… into the hands of…?
Cyn whispered the na,
"Raging Floods… Ramon Rocuzzo."
The man smiled oddly.
Miguel and Kassal scanned the stands, trying to identify who this Ramon Rocuzzo was.
Elsewhere, Ramon was already hurrying toward one of the exits of the sub auction hall with his entourage, keeping a close eye on the southern stand. He himself didn't know what had just happened.
He had received information that that obsessive man was also here—
the heir of House Mundo, Russell Mundo.
Then why didn't he bid? He didn't raise the price even once! Taking this item from him was a miracle in itself…
By chance, their eyes t.
Despite the distance, both froze in surprise. Ramon stared at Russell—tension, shock, and even a hint of I beat you flashing in his gaze.
What Ramon didn't expect was the smile spreading across Russell's face… as he pointed directly at him.
Russell deliberately spoke loudly in front of Cyn and the others,
"Ramon Rocuzzo. Western side—exits leading to the Grand Cross Hall."
Ramon didn't understand why the people around Russell were suddenly staring at him, but he didn't stop. He kept moving toward the exit, wanting to leave as quickly as possible—before sothing happened.
'Sothing like Russell paying a high price ramon couldn't refuse, he had to run he won't hear an offer from this guy, or else his greedy side might ruin his entire purpose from coming here'
Ramon didn't want to hear what Russell might offer him, or what he might try to trade—but in doing so, he missed several other things.
Before he realized it, he noticed two figures launching themselves from the southern stand in pursuit.
He was sharp-eyed.
Kassal, Javrot, and Quides tried to follow Cyn and Miguel as they chased after the Raging Floods mber, but they were grabbed from behind and forced down, shouting and struggling.
Russell called out to Cyn with a smile,
"If you want your friends back, return that item to ! You know what I an!"
But Cyn's reply stunned him—no, it amused him.
"Did you say sothing? I didn't hear you."
Russell cursed inwardly with a soft laugh. Son of a bitch.
A voice behind him pulled him back to reality—calm, dull, almost lifeless.
"What's all this commotion, Sir Russell? Did sothing happen?"
Russell saw his guards pinning the three to the ground. Kassal was cursing furiously.
"Damn it! You bastards! You'd better co back to us!"
Russell didn't turn around. Partly because he knew who was behind him, and partly because that person was so ordinary he wasn't worth the attention.
With a pleased tone, Russell spoke while watching Cyn and Miguel chase Ramon out of the hall.
"That's you, Gus!"
The man behind him sounded surprised.
"You seem unusually energetic. Did you manage to reclaim an item again?"
Russell's mood soured at those words. The item he wanted was in the hands of that lunatic Ramon. Should he step in personally?
Kassal broke free from the guard's grip and growled,
"We're not going anywhere—just let us go! Damn it!"
The guard glanced at Russell for confirmation, then released Kassal.
Kassal exhaled in relief.
"Phew. Much better."
Gus—the man behind Russell—looked puzzled.
"So?"
Kassal glanced at the man standing behind Russell. Ragged clothes, a worn brown coat matching his hair color. He looked like a vagrant.
It was Gospel—though Kassal had no idea who he was.
Russell chuckled lightly.
"Looks like there are so issues involving these people… and now the Raging Floods are being targeted by…?"
He trailed off, mumbling, then turned his gaze to Kassal.
"Who the hell are you?"
Kassal replied with confidence and pride,
"The greatest guild under the heavens—Ravenline Guild!"
Everyone stared at him as if he were so kind of idiot.
Russell spoke indifferently to Gospel,
"You heard him. Ravenline, or whatever they're called…"
He looked back—only to find that Gospel had vanished so ti ago.
Russell sighed in disappointnt.
"Another lunatic. Surrounded by lunatics in this life. Is this my punishnt?"
His voice was loud enough to be heard.
Kassal burst out laughing.
"There's no greater punishnt than seeing a dick hanging under your lover and realizing she's a tranny!"
Russell felt nothing but mild irritation.
Kassal continued rcilessly,
"Guess what? The real lunatic is the one who welcos that with open arms!"
Russell studied him for a mont, then ordered his guard calmly,
"Pin him down."
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Cyn was running.
He had already passed through the exit Ramon had used. It was only a matter of ti—but ti becos complicated when life throws a forked path in front of you.
Tsk! Now what?!
Cyn found himself between two paths. Forward… or right?
The voice of the scar ca just in ti.
They split up. Go straight.
Cyn heard footsteps behind him. He knew it was Miguel. Without hesitation, he shouted,
"Miguel, they split! Go right—I'll keep going straight!"
Cyn accelerated.
He wanted to catch another mber of the Raging Floods.
Suddenly, he arrived at the vast hall he had seen before, following exactly what the scar guided him to.
From here.
He knew which path to take.
Out of the sixty-four routes, they had chosen the one Cyn himself had used earlier.
The path leading to Blue Rose—
the Raging Floods' branch in the capital.
And soon, they would encounter a scene that would shock them all.
A dead end.
And bodies left behind.
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